Great Kills Review

Winter 2005 – Volume I, issue 2

Mike Jha

breaking it

down
into finer pieces
would be
little ling
s
childhood,
dressed in dirt and a pair
of beige and puke
bowling shoes,
she fled her scene
and found too much joy
in the

drip
of a bitter perfume

she bit her lip
one
too
many times and
began to slowly
bleed
to death:
leaving puss drying
on our carpets

never changed.

Wind

the wind blows all kinds of
little dusts in the air
some carry poems
some carry better days
some marry little women
with crusty eyes
some die on muddy floors
but the only ones you
and I
care for are the ones that
get in your eye

crying is the easy part

sometimes i think
back
to the blood on that

rusted razor
you carried around in your
black leather
wallet
and the scars
on your thighs
and that night i had
to do everything
i did
while you cried
so much
because that time
it went in
a little too
deep

About the Author

Mike Jha was born in South Korea but grew up in a working class Brooklyn neighborhood. He has a BA in English, but he has yet to find a way to put it to good use. He still resides in Brooklyn, playing guitar and killing time, and can be reached at Brokenchord@gmail.com.

“breaking it” © 2005 by Mike Jha

“Wind” © 2005 by Mike Jha

“crying is the easy part” © 2005 by Mike Jha

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