rooted. / Aimee Herman

$ 7.00


dancing girl press, 2014

 Aimee Herman is a non-professional dumpster diver, searching for scraps of sounds and metaphors, half-eaten and clumsy. Aimee’s poems can be found on various park benches in NYC and its surrounding boroughs or hiding inside the fourth scar on right forearm and stained into books such as: Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics (Nightboat Books) and the full-length collection of poetry, to go without blinking (BlazeVOX books). Aimee is also a proud faculty member of Poetry Teachers NYC. For more words, go to:

an engagement with apologies

I’m sorry to arrive at a rumor with exposed fascia and crutches.
I'm sorry I've grown an aversion to the scent of your voice.
I'm sorry you only call me when it's a holiday.
I’m sorry I ate the leftovers of oxygen and sewing needles.
I'm sorry for the grey intruding on my red and the need to bleach bleach bleach.
I’m sorry you don’t love me anymore.
I'm sorry I still think of you right as I'm about to fake an orgasm.
I'm sorry the tree outside my window has faded posture and sap envy.
I’m sorry we forget to separate the textures of our trash.
I'm sorry those people got stabbed on the J train.
I’m sorry the government lost track of you after you lost some limbs in war.
I'm sorry about your fear of heights, spiders and middle aged white men.
I'm sorry about that time.
I'm sorry I snuck inside your evening, stole a piece of your smile and left the reek of my secrets.
I'm sorry it had to end that way.
I'm sorry it hasn't quite ended.
I'm sorry my gender confuses you.
I'm sorry I prefer binding to push up and itch.
I’m sorry the hair on my body makes it difficult for you to find things (maybe I don’t want you to find them).
I'm sorry I think about my vibrator when you touch me.
I'm sorry about preservatives and peanut allergies.
I'm sorry you're sick.
I'm sorry you feel the need to document everything to remind people you are alive.
I'm sorry I stopped speaking to you.
I'm sorry dogs don't live longer than humans.
I'm sorry stamp prices went up.
I'm sorry your train was delayed.
I'm sorry your coffee wasn't warm enough.
I'm sorry I didn't come.
I'm sorry you don't get my poetry.
I’m sorry I no longer think about you.
I'm sorry you thought I was interested.
I'm sorry you’re sorry but are you really sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry really I’m sorry about all this.