Three Poems From Awhile Ago

The Woman with the Saggy Breasts
That woman with the saggy breasts is me.
But how on earth did that come to be?
Mom sloped low with her burdened sigh,
Now so do I, so do I.

Originally published Oct. 12, 2018

Milk
in the story of my life
i would be a girl
a pill-saddened
milk-laden
mouth-breathing girl
in the story of my life
i'd want to be a lamb
a milk-giving soft-breathing
daisy-laden lamb
in the story of my life
i am a blob
a pill-breathing
life-sleeping
half-pretty slob.

Originally published April 16, 2013

Anxious Poem

Loudly I waited afraid of the kill,
No doctor saved me and no doctor will.
The cross eyes and fat thighs and wet sighs and red,
Everything's thoroughly hollowly dead.
All the cracked children's books and
the nights in my head,
All are thoroughly, sleeplessly, recklessly dead.
The Ovaltine covered with dust in a shed,
It's all coated and bloated and breathlessly dead.

Originally published February 20, 2013

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Grand Rapids, Michigan by Robin Crane

I am at a mental hospital in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I had never been to this city before. My room is right next to the bay of telephones. I feel sad hearing so many patients start conversations with their friends or family and then so soon say, "Oh, you have to go? Well...goodbye."

Yours til Niagara Falls

When I found out a couple weeks ago that I will be having major surgery, it inspired me to make some home improvements within the next couple days. For starters, I had been sleeping on a memory foam mattress on the floor - I bought a bed frame, with storage space, and now the boxes that'd been in the corner of my room are out of sight. I also went to the bank to trade in a 20 dollar bill for quarters - the laundry room here doesn't have a change machine and I have often been out of quarters, perpetually chipping away at my laundry by hand washing it in the sink - low level depression housekeeping. The same day I got the quarters I did all my laundry, taking care of that subpar living condition that's often gnawed at my subconscious. I also stopped going to bed at 3:00 and waking up at 1:00, instead going to bed at midnight and waking up at 9:00. It's crazy how soon I changed, and I'm not completely sure why I'm doing it - the bed frame is going to help me when ...

Birthday Card Book

IN keeping with the more than usual focus on my mom, who passed away almost a year ago now, here is a book she made me for my 14th birthday.

sweetheart redux

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