Tome Management
-
Abigail Garrison




I want to quit
smoking
use my body
as a tool
it’s mostly piss
when I come
across
a grassy spot
in the city
I’m overstimulated
underfed
having a modus
operandi
the interior unit
takes on
gold tones
I wipe
the knife clean
a motorcycle
brings me cake

#

a note
in my phone
says woman
what next
I walk outside
birds
air
today
days on loop
bank tower
dark star
we’ve chosen
night after night her purple traffic
Emily Dickinson
wrote that
I drink
the ancient water
I shop for it
pay my rent
eternal recurrence
is it wearing
the moth-eaten sweater
is memory
sodium vapor
yellow
fog

#

I’ve never
been loved
like a son
is this shadow
work
I undress
the neighbor upstairs
has a dog
with long nails
like rain
intimacy is whatever
you make it
fruit is unconditional
proof
we’re allowed
to be lazy
double book
the hour
I’ve grown
more type b

#

birthday horoscope
says gossip
find the texture
in all things
it’s funny
seeing
writers sell out
I wish
I was beautiful
enough
I’ll wait
until the security
deposit’s in hand

#

I’ve yet to find
a mutually
beneficial
arrangement
poinsettias
grow
into trees
oblivion
comes naturally
like noise
in an image
the profound
effect
of loving
someone
who hates you
the filador
plays a tune
from Zelda
soft girl
life eludes me










Abigail Garrison

is a poet and writer living in Mexico City. Her work can be found in Blush Lit and The Quarterless Review.