Cornelia Boom

i am the princess, and you are the pea

4:30 AM

i never sleep because of you.

you are a kroger brand freezer burned half eaten wanna be, rotting at the top shelf of my refrigerator. get out of my sheets, and don't forget your keys

please wash your mouth, your kisses have expired

and watch your mouth because, my stomach's butterflies are still hesitant to leave you for winter

i will be serving where it rains

while you convert the sun.

what a great symbol

of what our love has always been.

yes, and, i'm sorry, but,

4:16 AM

"hello. can i just ask you, what is your name? do you like sushi? and, i like your style, and your hair, and the way that you raise your hand."

hi.

my name is just friends, so, please don't touch me

and, i don't like sushi, and, i am wearing my sister's jeans

my name is thank you for the compliment, but,

my hair is fake, and, i really don't like talking in class

i mean, i think you are sweet, but, i am becoming uncomfortable

i am trying, don't you see? i have tried

i am trying

just to focus
but, you are much too handsome,

for me

yes, and, i'm sorry, but,

you are much too handsome

and, you are much too him,

for me.

i am a dead fish

11:59 PM

i am sleeping but i am not beautiful

you kissed me but you are not a prince

we were fish but not the gold kind

the kind you'd find in lakes or in ponds

the kind you'd find while skinny dipping

and they caught us

hands on bodies

bodies on bodies

bodies of water

we were lake erie, we were the dead sea.

you were called to the pacific,

and I am lying in a bath tub

and other than you, my love,

the fresh water is what killed me.

so i am writing, just to tell you, i am dead now.

i am too dead for you now.

salt water

1:14 AM

hot tub kisses

short skirt mistress

your lips taste like rain

and it won't stop raining

you are a puddle i drove into

and i need a car wash

so i will wash myself in the rain,

but not while we are kissing

i will baptize myself with your salt water lips

and you will hand me your sins

i will lay down in you

and we will drown.

so deep that our wounds will look like the moon from here,

and the poets, will look like the sun.

"and when you leave"

i tell him,

"i will cry so much i can taste you."

your blonde haired king of the jungle countenance is what graces your "perfect boy" canvas. My bones only purpose are to be used as erasers for your testosterone, for the nights you feel dirty.

It is too dangerous to think about you now

so stay within the walls of your gated fortress, don't look at me

don't look at me like you're hungry

don't look at me like you want me

don't make me think wrapping these bones around yours will make you any less gentle

because your teeth sink

like the titanic
you tear me apart

you tear at my bones and you tear at my heart

like i am meat

like i am a midnight snack

and like you are a midnight snacker

it is too dangerous to think about you now

but we both know that without my bones

i am weak

that i am midnight

and that you always fell asleep.

her name was adleen (video)

5:39 PM

to you they mean spring but to me they mean winter

they mean pink blankets

and teacups

that hit the ground a little sooner than you hoped

they mean teacups

and white dogs

and every stolen chocolate from grandma's pantry

but they mostly mean birthdays

her name was adleen

and she was 2

and she was almost 3 

but she thought she was 8

because she danced like she was 8

because she sang like she was 8

because she spoke about angels like she was 8

and we celebrated her birthday every monday

for 8 mondays

and her favorite insect was a butterfly

because they flew to her

because they always flew to her

she held butterflies in her hands

as

if

she

were

a

flower

and she was

and her name was adleen

and her birthday was every monday

because we knew

they'd stop coming

and they did.

Today marks 7 years since Sarah's passing. I made this video today in remembrance of her. It explains every piece of the poem. 

I love you sweet Sarah!

https://vimeo.com/148431336

January 16 2006 - December 9 2008

goodnight, good luck, i'll see you soon

5:21 PM

goodbye tastes like great grandmother's vinegar and sits like anything eaten after 10 pm

it's the most harsh and cruel phrase God ever granted our delicate vocabularies,

it was the last thing He ever told me.

goodbye tastes like bad words and the soap you used to wash them with

it's a third degree burn

it's a paralyzer

my eyes, they still burn

it's a paralyzer

we say goodbyes around here like every day is the 11th of september

we're dedicating days to be devastated

and we ask why we're so sad.

because he cried goodbye to his brother,
because she cried goodbye to her mother,
and while you cry goodbye to your lover,
he had to write it on a balloon.

so goodnight moon

goodnight room

goodnight cow jumping over the moon

goodnight nobody

and the red balloon

goodnight, good luck, i'll see you soon

adieu, adieu, to you, and you.

he'll tuck her in

he'll hold her close

he'll kiss her neck

he'll kiss her nose

he'll shut the door

she'll ask him to stay

"so long"