a haplessly scribbled page won’t bemoan further scribbling. get your pen out, that’s an invitation. in the ink a truth becomes apparent on a future page. i can’t stress this enough: there are future pages. now dog-ear me. remember where it feels good. as much as i hate op-eds, knowing me is necessary. love is a corkboard and string. how you read into the folds of my body. how you read knowing i am reading you. we are books, not librarians. we can gesture at a system but text is born manic. patterns can’t be trusted but i want to love again. but love to me is scribbling. but love to me is papercuts. where we draw and let ourselves be drawn on. where does all this ink belong. yada yada. anyway would you be interested in a second date.
Ian Martin is nobody's mom. Ian's work has appeared recently in where is the river, Bad Nudes, Plenitude Magazine, and Pretty Owl Poetry. Ian has published 4 chapbooks, most recently PLACES TO HIDE (Coven Editions, 2018) and YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO KEEP THIS UP FOREVER (AngelHousePress, 2018). When he's not writing, Ian develops small games and complains online. [http://ian-martin.net]