The best liars always tell the truth.
Massages make me tense.
Sorry I can’t stay with you while you go through all of this.
I just want a man who will wear dresses and not argue with me.
Don’t send strange men to my apartment with power tools.
He is your first love, and I intend to be your last.
He’s trying to believe the world.
Multilingual poetics of unknown languages.
Violence is not my métier.
I imagine an amateur is no asset.
I look out the window and all I see are other roofs.
I’m trying to see the stoplight, but there is a building in the way.
Call me when it’s over.
If you cannot be honest with yourself, how can you get the truth out of anyone else?
Carrie Hunter received her MFA/MA in the Poetics program at New College of California, edits the chapbook press, ypolita press, is on the editorial board of Black Radish Books, and co-curated the Hearts Desire Reading Series. Her chapbook Vice/Versa recently came out with Dancing Girl Press, her full-length collection, The Incompossible, was published in 2011 by Black Radish Books, and another, Orphan Machines, came out in 2015. Her chapbook <Series out of Sequence> is forthcoming from above/ground press. She lives in San Francisco and teaches ESL.
The Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan.