February 15, 2006
poetry is the scourge of the internets

SIX OF MY NINE


you said I was like a cat in november
you never stayed long enough to see me in june.
you had a smile so smooth it often
slipped off your face.

you brought me gifts of whiskey and plastic
(how could you think that would be enough)
and i never asked for more.
years ago we played by the ocean,
i wrote you letters in the sand, my footprints
laid end to end

enormous letters you didn’t see then
the tide came in like murder
convinced me to give you six of my nine.

the cups we were to drink from were hand-woven linen
they never held water so
we never did drink.
and i never fought in a desert with you
i never saved your ass
you told me cats were no help anyway.

the wind blew in like horizontal lovers
like you and not me
where were you going, leaving
just an empty cup and a blood-colored
whiskey stain in the middle of my rug?
that day was tuesday, and all the flowers
were dead outside my window.

i read their corpses like tea leaves
the cooling innards of a chicken
i did dead flower voodoo to put an end
to your tumbling, down and
away and away
and down.

then i sat in the place you used to be
and set fire to everything
i could reach. i opened,
serotinous, dropping seeds into the ashes
and trying to remember
the green,
that the steps also went
up and how to climb them.
the lights came on like drizzle, baby—
the smell of old whiskey
stuck to the carpet
and i try to land on my feet.



35 Comments:

Blogger Danny said...

Was that about me?

I'm so totally turned on.


(you cant stop thinking about me)

Blogger miss kendra said...

danny: you smell like whiskey, but only once you get past the pee.

do wash yourself.

then call me.

Blogger Danny said...

I don't drink.

I'm only 22.

Fuck I cant stop screwing with people.

Blogger Libby said...

serotinous is a big word.

And Danny is hot. Does Serotinous mean hot?

Blogger Danny said...

Libby dont fuck with me I'm like a caged animal.

Blogger Libby said...

I'm not fucking with you, dude. You're cute.

Did I say something wrong? I do that sometimes.

My mouth is big enough that both feet fit in there.

Blogger Libby said...

If his ass is yours, can I have the rest of him? ;)

Blogger miss kendra said...

danny: 22 can drink. and you don't have to drink to smell like whiskey. spend enough time with filthy hobos and you're in.

libby: big words make me wet.

danny: don't mess with libby. your ass is mine.

libby: he's being a jerk. you're fine.

Blogger MonkeyGurrrrrl said...

Serotinous - Late in developing or blooming. (I had to look that up.) But in context, that's very cool imagery. And I don't even like poetry.

Blogger babyjewels said...

Did someone say filty hobos? lay off my turf poetry girl. And Danny is going to decide he likes 'em old and saggy and then he's mine. Mine I say!

Blogger Danny said...

I'm so totally not a jerk....I'm only 22.

I like jiggling breasts around while I think about everything I have ever done wrong in my life.

And Libby thank you, I may need a place to stay in a few weeks

Blogger Libby said...

I have a couch. You're welcome to stay there, as long as you poop outside.

And if you don't mind my roommate staring at you while you sleep. She's a little odd.

Blogger miss kendra said...

monkeygurrl: serotinous trees in yellowstone only drop their seeds after a fire, that way they get all the resources since all the other plants are dead. what can i say, i'm a positive thinker.

jewels: there are plenty of filthy hobos to go around.

danny: i don't think there are enough boobs to cover that.

libby: he'll poop outside. he'll probably eat it too.

Blogger MonkeyGurrrrrl said...

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Blogger MonkeyGurrrrrl said...

:) Now I *really* like that! I always wanted to be an opportunist. That is totally not a bad thing. Unless you're Danny.

Blogger Beeb said...

*apologizes for interrupting the conversation*

I have always loved this poem. Miss you.

Blogger Brookelina said...

Wow.

Blogger Spinning Girl said...

oh, my.

yes.

Blogger CommonWombat said...

I'm a poet too!!!

Kendra rocks
She knits socks
Knows the time
'Cause she's got clocks.

Or, if you prefer...

Kendra, Kendra, shelter me,
Inside of your Kendrosity
Show some mercy - Can't you see
Your MS Paint pics make me pee.

Blogger Calzone said...

Fuck...I cant be Danny anymore.

Libby...do you have any slippers?

Blogger miss kendra said...

monkeygurrl: it's one of my favorite smartypants words.

beeb: me too.

brooke and spinning girl: thank you. as teachers, i highly value your feedback.

wombat: i told you it was the scourge of the internet.

calzone: you can keep wearing his skin. i won't tell anyone what you did with the rest of him.

Blogger jiggs said...

Unfortunately I don't have the energy right now to do a close reading of this. I will come back to it, though.

Blogger miss kendra said...

jiggs: no worries. as you can see, poetry doesn't incite a commenting riot.

Blogger me said...

did your talent at that develop through school or were you always naturally gifted with the way of the words...

Blogger miss kendra said...

me: i guess it was something that i noticed about myself early, but grad school definately helped me to be a better writer. two of my professors in particular were very influential. i joke that i now have tiny versions of them that live in my head.

Blogger Libby said...

Calzone, I have fuzzy tye-dyed slippers. They may be too big for your dragon feet, but I'll see what the golden child has...does Spiderman work for you?

Blogger Übermilf said...

my cat's butt smells right now. I would tell her, but she'll be embarrassed.

Blogger Danny said...

Ok, so it's totally me and shit like that. And I'm getting hit on, thanks Calzone.

Nice poem kendra. Very nice.

Blogger Laurie Ann said...

What happened to the Sunflower Seeds poem that was on there yesterday...or was that just a dream. Because if it was a dream, it was damn good and moved me, until my stinkin' boss came into my office and I had to quickly pull up a spreadsheet with confusing numbers and pretend to be concentrating really hard.

Blogger miss kendra said...

libby: don't give him anything.

uber: you should tell her. i would want to know.

laurie ann: it was up, but then i switched it. what, this one isn't good enough for you?

Blogger miss kendra said...

danny: how do i know it's really you?

Blogger Laurie Ann said...

Oh no. This one is beautiful as well. It takes me to a place I shouldn't visit during daylight hours, though.
But yesterday, for some reason, I was just particularly sentimental and that poem reminded me of home and my sister, whom I haven't hugged in a year, and my parents, whom I haven't hugged in almost two years, and it made me feel all sensitive. I was actually nice to the obsequious clerk at the Classical store next door all because of your beautiful poetry.

Blogger miss kendra said...

laurie ann: thank you! that first one was a response poem to a piece called "sunflower" by dean young.

this one was begun in 1996- a collaborative exercise- but i hacked it up and rewrote it for my thesis in 2004.

Anonymous fool said...

Good lord! I am intimidated to comment. ;)

All Danny drama aside, I love the poem Miss Kendra.

Blogger Carrie said...

So I have no authority anywhere in all of space or time and am classicly educated in no area of literature...but I liked it. Friggin' good poetry is so friggin' hard to write.

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