Joke Marfsky
Bio
NE poet. 26. Aspiring filmmaker. Bartender by trade. Mentally inverted metro-pan/asexual.
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Stories (11/0)
Hot Box Tree House
Iāve hidden myself away in a plume of smoke, deep in the crevasse of quantum mechanics. The void in between choice and not. Action and inaction. Behind a shrubbery at the fork in the road. My shellāthis burning bush of a womb, Iāve hotboxed myself into a treehouse above my own decisions.
By Joke Marfsky6 years ago in Poets
Atomsplit
Hello dear, Your words to my ears are precious and full of diamonds. You have lost all the skin down to your knuckles, but still you seem so beautiful and polished. Explosions, flames engulfing you and me. You tore up my heart, and left beauty as we waltzed atop my veins and arteries. You were more than the woman of my dreams, more than a figment of my imagination. You were real. Skeletally structured with muscles and skin, your existence was blank, you were surrealism; embodied.
By Joke Marfsky6 years ago in Poets
Everyoneās 2016 Sucked
I leave Bakerās, a week and a half into the new year, Sunday night; after a double at the theater. I'm on my way down Leavenworth, king-size doobie for a king-size shift, I have purchased a bottle of wine for my sorrows and some vegan āthingiesā for my ex-girlfriend/roommate, and now there's a cyclist on the road, and I'm going to just swoop around you andā Oh shit.
By Joke Marfsky6 years ago in Poets