Kelly Schirmann


Think hard about the last time
you said you were in love
without simultaneously thinking about death
I’ve smoked enough weed
to know what’s deeply wrong with me
& who got fixed in my blood
though most of those were accidents
It’s funny that Ronald Reagan invented grunge
& that grunge was just powerpop
without the pastels
I admit, I do have fantasies
about a long-haired man
telling me something I don’t know
but I don’t know
People in Texas are sad
People in California are sad
I sit in between them & drink water
trying to fix how I feel
onto a memory
that someone else already wrote down
I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
& smell you in my clothes