CALAMITY
I NEED TO DRINK TWO GLASSES OF WINE
I need to drink two glasses of wine
just to get on gmail
and sort through all that bullshit
I choose sleep
in any situation
I can’t remember
the last time I was like
‘I need an assault rifle for fun’
we’re not living in a post-racial society
I am so in debt
it’s insane
no one overcame anything ever
they just died
in a different place
than where they were born
we’re trash monsters
monsters of trash
nothing makes
any difference
I am best friends with death
in the way
that you keep your friends close
and your enemies
next to you
in bed
what are the reasons
why you
feel so tense
I think my shoulders are uneven
my whole body is uneven
is it true that
calcium builds up
in your muscles
or something
on one side of my family
we have this trait
of raising our shoulders
up near our ears
out of being tense and stressed
and it looks kind of hilarious
and also I realized in yoga
how not good this is
at many parties
I realize
my bodily functions
hurt and are scary
when do we get to believe
that life is what it is
which is nothing
and it is good and bad
remember remember
the whatever of November
the South lost
The War
I am not being flippant
white supremacy
is still so
unrelenting
civil war
happens constantly
so what happens
when we’re the refugees
and no one
wants to take us in
people have told me
my writing becomes political
way too suddenly
but like
living people
also become dead people
way too suddenly
I guess the point is
what is your point
hey, who here
cares about my experiences
as much I care about
writing about them
I don’t even know
how much I care
about anything
so feel free
to let it all go
someone told me
and a room full of people
that terrorism
and fascism
and liberalism
and all the isms
exist within the same sphere
so none of it works
because of one another
I don’t know what I’m saying
other than
how the hell can this thing
reboot
THE BEST THING
this is a name game
and it doesn’t matter
but we’re almost through it
and it’s through with us
we lived we’ve living we live
how is there no plural
for the word ‘earth’?
there is so much
this world has to offer
and everything is on sale
because This World
is a 99 cent discount store
down the street from me
Earthes, earths, earves
we’re all getting kicked out
momentarily
it’s amazing that sometimes
some good
you know, that good good
does well
to come out of me
Leah Clancy is a poet living in Los Angeles. She is a cofounding editor of Potluck Mag and the future poet laureate of your heart. She's been previously published on Ohio Edit, Electric Cereal, FORTH magazine, in Funhouse Magazine & more. You can find her on Facebook, Instagram, & Twitter.