can i get three lavash
‘we don’t have three’
how many do you have?
‘how many do you need?’


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


All poetry and prose and images © Marina Manoukian