failure.

Dear Professor Moore,

I just finished my final exam and I was one point away from receiving an A for the semester, my final semester grade is now 89.4. I know that you have given out numerous extra credit opportunities, however I naively did not take those opportunities as I was doing fine in the class. Now I realize that I was wrong! Is there any way, ANY way I can please earn 3.33 points? I would greatly appreciate it.

Thank you,
Sasha Leon

Response: The grading scale is stated in the syllabus.

spinnerets.

she shed light upon my cave the other day.
and though it still revealed webs convoluted across the walls
my frustration was partially relieved
by the points of origin that I saw.

she said the fluidity of my sexuality exacerbated my confusion,
wrapped the silk thread
around the posts of my bed
and while you are inside me this is what is inside my head;

this is what begs that you penetrate me
with every bone, every muscle, every nerve in your body;
this is what begs that you build a bridge between
the essence of you and the essence of me.

but there is a thought that leaks from your mind,
a feeling that slips from your heart
down to your groin and between my thighs;
specifically, particularly between my thighs,
the lips, the fleshy fruit that drips
the inherent lure that you can not deny.

this propensity that nearly defines your sexuality
is the difference between the spider and its casualty,
the semen that coats the thread, so serpentine,
the salted waves that collide and break inside my spleen.

fluidity breeds disinclination breeds concentration;
whittle down the wood to the earliest demarcation;
sweet suckling of fruit is but a biological march
if it abstains from intimate appreciation.

and so, in my cave I dance all day
with spiders and their prey;
avoiding gaps and cracks
that infinitely separate you and me.
I do not mean to insult to you in any way,
only to reflect upon the spinnerets
I had discovered when she shed light upon my cave.

techno pool party

everytime it gets quiet i think it is the end
i take a sip of water followed by a deep breath
and then another shitty synthesize beat is dropped
on top their empty bobbing heads
ughhhh i can't think a single worthwhile thought
with this techno pool party beneath my windowsill
if i didn't have so many cookies boiling in my belly
i would walk onto my balcony and sniper every last one of them
the electronic pulses shoot from the speakers
and prick like needles on my brain
jesus fucking christ gonna make me go insane
i wish i hadn't eaten all those cookies
you guys would be dead

thievery.

today i got caught stealing from the grocery store
the gap-toothed man said i couldn't come back no more
he snapped my picture and i smiled because i was glad they didn't call the police
i haven't been punished in a while
he snapped my picture and i was happy because i felt younger than a child