Eva Moe

  • Doppelganger

    saw a guy in the street who looked like another guy I tricked myself to love
    so hell, I loved him too
    but he walked away as if I didn’t look like his last lover.
    what a dick!
    is there a guy out there who sees me and says
    Damn that’s Patrice!
    That’s Marie!
    She’s the one for me!

    Cashiers ask if they’ve seen me before.
    I tell them no and look to the cars outside for my doppelganger
    who must be nearby.
    Maybe she’ll find the guy from earlier
    and break his heart out of supernatural loyalty to me.

  • Rubber Trees in Malaysia

    To me it looked like a regular young forest
    Liang said they’re Rubber Trees
    to be cut down on their fifth birthday
    i picture the entire forest falling down on the trampoline ground
    bouncing back into place
    a lumberjack’s nightmare

  • Cul de Sac Childhood WIP

    the three of us uncovered a classroom skeleton in playground sand
    just the left arm, no shoulder
    i wanted the rest of it

    later that day i took a knife to my throat
    cut a paper thin circle. Shoved a sponge down those froggy tubes
    and pulled it back out
    i wasn’t going to be sick anymore

    then i tossed the arm in a garbage bin
    with the sponge, put my skin back on
    and the three of us rode on tiny bikes around the village.

  • In Subplot, Seeking Help | From: Damsel Underwhelmed [poem]

    In Subplot, Seeking Help
    From: Damsel Underwhelmed

    Dear editor,
    all my poetry is about romance
    isn’t that totally gross?
    i mean, i run my phone down to 24% in a day
    for a notification or a gif or a meme
    with this that the other person’s charming face
    good god when comes the part where i don’t look for trouble, it finds me?

    and Wait there’s more, i have no blood
    i have no herbs to add in my tea
    i have no spellbound trickster leaves
    i have no flapping stomach bees
    i have this sexy actor meme

    i want to be the meanest woman and i want to be forgiven immediately.
    only one person can fall hopeless and it’s the guy in the produce aisle.