ID RATHER BE WATCHING BUFFY RN

POEMS BY BEYZA OZER

PERSONI

FICATION

anxiety diseased my blood kinda like whathappened with bill murray in that osmosis jones movie

except i dont have a natural killer cell to help me outand i wouldnt be stupid enough to eat that egg

(sorry bill ilu)

depression looked up a real estate agent in the yellow pagesdecided that the rent in my mind was too high

and moved into my stomach insteadapparently its a nicer area

panic attacks became more frequent after we got intoa fight which lead to space which lead to goodbye which

lead to me going to the lake and realizing that if i walked out a few feet in front of me id definitely drown

I WROTE THIS WITH A BLOWTORCH

please make your bed in the bags under my eyes make them have a purpose so i wontthink this is for nothing you are everythingyou have sunsets in the arch of your upper lip you make flowers grow in my chest sometimes their thorns wrap aroundmy lungs too tight but i dontmind you asphyxiate my mindi forgot how to spell asphyxiate because i wastoo caught up in thinking about how your eyes remind meof tiny intergalactic voids that suck up whats left of me & whats left of me isnt enoughi have listened to phone call on repeat200 times 200 miles 200 times 200 milesi hope i’m not joel & i hopeyoure not clementine so dont go we can have our honeymoon on a frozen lake you are slipping away the light is going out

THE GAY POEM

i know i dont show it enough but i want you to break down every door in me i know the locks are heavyduty and sometimes imtoo stubborn to give you the master set

the winter has been rough on my hands but you havent noticed i think you like the fact that not everypart of me is pretty

POEM (TRANSLATION: SHOW EM)

i like white noise i like doors open on the left at damen i like your head on my shoulder i like life sometimes i like ink making permanent marks i like making people wonder if i am a boy or a girl i like being both i like being neither i like books with missing pagesi like putting buttons on my backpack

OVERREACTION

i put a fan right next to my bed and it felt like i wasat a beach after i closed my eyes they felt watery

i keep having dreams where i can only see your face and you are telling me that i am stones tied to your feeti cant close my eyes anymore and the darkness hurts

i dont know what im doing im getting highyou dont want me toget highwhat

forgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easyforgetting is easy

i still have trouble with it

(A LACK OF) ORIGINAL THOUGHT

once i read a snapple cap that said half of all snapple “real facts” are actually fake. 229 facts. 114.5 is half of 229. how can you have

half of a fact?

#171: “the most sensitive parts of the body arethe mouth and fingertips.” that's just not true.

eyeballs have more nerve endings which is far less romantic because i cant touch your eyeballs so whats the point? i am chicago winters and you

are raynauds disease. my brain is tangled christmas lights. you are blue hypergiant star. i am cigarette smoke and you are

purple knees. you thinkhuman error is dirty talk and im every

renounced snapple fact.

beyza ozer is a slightly below average hugger & buffy the vampire slayer aficionado. their work has been published in or is forthcoming from skydeer helpking, electric cereal, holey scripture, & others. they are the social media coordinator for the lettered streets press & founder of/writer for probably crying review. @royaltenenbombs