THREE POEMS by DAVI SCHWEIZER
ASMR Boy
Is my nine dollars a month enough?
It would be less embarrassing
telling people I’m just really addicted to
twinks and porn stars.
Can you tap on that perfume bottle again?
Is it still cold up in Vermont?
You send shivers down my back and I
don’t deserve any relaxation or rest with
how obsessed my comments and watch time
climb. I promised people I would stop writing
poetry about men who don’t really love me and
looks like I’m breaking mirrors just to hear how the
glass cracks and how the blood pouring
out of my hands sounds so euphoric.
our spotify blend makes me want to kill myself.
ten months
not good enough
too toxic to love
not too toxic to get drunk
where is your boy tonight
you’re going to ruin philadelphia
aren’t you
wish that it was the betsy that fell apart
so what’s the excuse this time
you care enough to watch me struggle
no care enough to ask if i’m safe
this poem about you isn’t a mistake
Albatrosses fighting in the dirt
god has warned us birds
to take flight, too close to the sun
shall we burn with our wings catching first
a feather aflame down to the bone
the clouds as refuge, yet only fake dust
plummeting
the flock follows suit, follow the leader
shooting the moon as it is also warm
squawk in mourning.
where is everyone?
Davi Schweizer (they/them), from Philadelphia, is the hottest poet you know. They are the author of “Echo Decay” (Kith Books). Their poems have appeared in Ergi Press, Line+Stars, Moonstone Arts, and other places. They are also the editor and founder of Troublemaker Firestarter. Follow them on Twitter: @trblmkrfrstrtr, or Instagram: @troublemakerfirestarter.