We don't listen
to enough jazz
on vinyl.

But who has the time
to smoke that much weed.


No use crying over spilt milk
If the floor is milk


You come to my house
You come in my house
Why didn’t I get to come?


I like my women
like I like
my soups
wet and spoony


I prefer propositions that
go back on themselves,
but not always.


he made me get up
so that he could show me
how he doesn’t have to get up anymore


what if the rosetta stone
was a bad translation

anyone who says
they can’t recognize themselves
is lying. who could ever recognize

All poetry and prose © Marina Manoukian