My First "Love"

She drained my energy, I was a slave

to her, the human counterpart 

to her relationship with Facebook,

Vine and Soda Crush. I made up for the fact

that the screen in her hands could not fold

laundry or satisfy her sex addiction. I slipped 

away from her grubby palms, and she grabs

the air for me, tugging at the threads connected

to my heart beat. "I know you better than you

know yourself," she whispers. "We're soul mates,

being with me is inevitable." I sit up, sweat

dripping down my back, trying to catch

my breath and tear myself back to my bed,

the quilt I lay underneath. I beg her to move

on. Her ears are taped shut, a political statement

she claims. Her claw-less fingers rake at my skin

and implants her own cells. My body repulses,

shakes and seizes. My hands are black 

from the metal of the bars that contain me.

Short Poems

Webs of Fear

We are always afraid of something,

Our parents catching us in the cookie jar,

Teachers collecting the homework we never touched.

Hurting ourselves doing that one thing we were told not to,

Getting caught in the bedroom of our girlfriend by her father.

Pregnancy at a young age.

That midterm, the final.

Death.

And spiders.

Especially spiders.

Inevitable

Maybe you cried at birth

because you knew that from

that second onward you would spend

the rest of your life growing up.

Flowers and a Love poem

She throws a plate at your head,

ducking, it soars past your shoulder.

You hated its floral print anyway.

Picking up the phone

you order Chinese food for two.

5lbs 3oz, 1ft 6in

We measure babies

like we measure the fish

we catch because we all swim

in the same ocean of life.

But most importantly,

we all grow up shitting ourselves.

C.K. Fulfer