addict (by Lara Konesky)

addict
by Lara Konesky

When I was addicted to opiates

I didn’t really shit or cum

and now that I am off them

I spend a lot more time in the bathroom.  

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Lara Konesky is a 31-year-old gypsy/mother/teacher from Columbus, Ohio.  She enjoys outlaws, exaggerations, working with refugees, barbaric and rebellious children, burdens, and sobriety.  After extensive philosophical training, she decided the only real life was the life of the poet.  Her first book, Next to Guns (Grievous Jones Press, 2009), can be found at www.grievousjonespress.com.  She recently co-edited (with Andrew Taylor, Erbacce Press) and contributed to Blood at the Chelsea (Erbacce Press 2010), an anthology of writers writing for other writers.  You can also read her work online and in print at New Aesthetic, Gutter Eloquence, Word Riot, and various other rad places.

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Kill (by Lara Konesky)

Kill
by Lara Konesky

I can’t really see shit over your dominant force of nature

like kittens getting torn up by wolves, their little bones bloody by the road

The first time you visit, you make me bleed all over my tee shirt

and the second time

you strangle me to death

but i got all these lives left

to fuck with your ass

so

just be a little more careful

when you decide to kill 

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Lara Konesky is a 31-year-old gypsy/mother/teacher from Columbus, Ohio.  She enjoys outlaws, exaggerations, working with refugees, barbaric and rebellious children, burdens, and sobriety.  After extensive philosophical training, she decided the only real life was the life of the poet.  Her first book, Next to Guns (Grievous Jones Press, 2009), can be found at www.grievousjonespress.com.  She recently co-edited (with Andrew Taylor, Erbacce Press) and contributed to Blood at the Chelsea (Erbacce Press 2010), an anthology of writers writing for other writers.  You can also read her work online and in print at New Aesthetic, Gutter Eloquence, Word Riot, and various other rad places.

during dinner (by Lara Konesky)

during dinner
by Lara Konesky

It’s shit, every time my parents discuss the time

I tried to kill myself

because the thing is

I didn’t want to die at all

I just wanted to take a long fucking nap

I just didn’t want them to wake me up

to be reminded

of the next day or

even the next two fucking days

I just wanted some peace and quiet

was all

and I guess

forty valium

was not the best way to go about doing that

or to take them

with everyone watching

during dinner 

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Lara Konesky is a 31-year-old gypsy/mother/teacher from Columbus, Ohio.  She enjoys outlaws, exaggerations, working with refugees, barbaric and rebellious children, burdens, and sobriety.  After extensive philosophical training, she decided the only real life was the life of the poet.  Her first book, Next to Guns (Grievous Jones Press, 2009), can be found at www.grievousjonespress.com.  She recently co-edited (with Andrew Taylor, Erbacce Press) and contributed to Blood at the Chelsea (Erbacce Press 2010), an anthology of writers writing for other writers.  You can also read her work online and in print at New Aesthetic, Gutter Eloquence, Word Riot, and various other rad places.

my own hands (by Lara Konesky)

my own hands
by Lara Konesky

When I sleep,

I am prone to

trying to smother myself with my own pillow

or comforter

and I wake myself

at what seems like the last possible second.

I wake up panting, and sweating, and looking around

to make sure no one saw

the struggle

and stay awake the rest of the night

just to protect myself

from my own hands.

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Lara Konesky is a 31-year-old gypsy/mother/teacher from Columbus, Ohio.  She enjoys outlaws, exaggerations, working with refugees, barbaric and rebellious children, burdens, and sobriety.  After extensive philosophical training, she decided the only real life was the life of the poet.  Her first book, Next to Guns (Grievous Jones Press, 2009), can be found at www.grievousjonespress.com.  She recently co-edited (with Andrew Taylor, Erbacce Press) and contributed to Blood at the Chelsea (Erbacce Press 2010), an anthology of writers writing for other writers.  You can also read her work online and in print at New Aesthetic, Gutter Eloquence, Word Riot, and various other rad places.

weeping for the fall of fucking humanity (by Lara Konesky)

weeping for the fall of fucking humanity
by Lara Konesky

He already wrote the poem you will never write

He has already stabbed me dozens of times for the inspiration to

leak the words you could never fucking say

He has already exposed his filthy soul so that the world would know

it would be my honor to lick it clean

While you were chained to the cave staring at shadows you tried to pass as true knowledge

He was busy freeing prisoners of shit and apathy

keeping me chained to the bed only for fun

and because he knew I liked that shit

He has already screamed much louder

and hurt more ears

He has already made me cum with nothing but

sentences

that have you

weeping for the fall

of fucking

humanity

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Lara Konesky is a 31-year-old gypsy/mother/teacher fromColumbus, Ohio.  She enjoys outlaws, exaggerations, working withrefugees, barbaric and rebellious children, burdens, and sobriety.  Afterextensive philosophical training, she decided the only real life wasthe life of the poet.  Her first book, Next to Guns (GrievousJones Press, 2009), can be found at www.grievousjonespress.com.  She recently co-edited (with Andrew Taylor, ErbaccePress) and contributed to Blood at the Chelsea (Erbacce Press 2010), ananthology of writers writing for other writers.  You can also read herwork online and in print at New Aesthetic, Gutter Eloquence, Word Riot, and various other rad places.