Rayn Page Valleau | All the Things I Thought I Wanted to Be/everything I ever was & Others

All the Things I Thought I Wanted to Be / everything I ever was

held / four / skinny / five / little bunny foo-foo / weather lady / garbage man / gone / in charge of pushing the shopping cart / Momma’s mini me / Daddy’s princess / an apostle / a gymnast / wiffel ball bat / Nickelback’s rockstar / best friends with Michelle Masi / a good girl / a cross on the highway / Uncle Jesse & The Rippers / desired / Billy Idol’s white wedding (even though daddy says he’s a homo) / on American Idol / a redwood / both girls from Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend on Just Dance (but kissing) / Alice or Jasper Cullen / quiet / one of three reasons to stay / a grief counselor / unashamed at Splish Splash / straight / Victoria Secret angel / my brother / five-foot-five / bendable / a good Christian girl / a face on the milk carton / something normal / seen / so skinny you want me / allergic to peanut butter / fifteen / holy / allergic to meat / clean / Charlie & Patrick & Sam of Perks of Being a Wallflower (simultaneously) / straight / forgiven / a girl / a helium overdose / imperceptible / a bruise / without taste buds / a memory / a eulogy / Mothman / a biblically accurate angel / Troye Sivan & Tyler Oakley (but kissing) / five-foot-six / split open wide right down the middle / so skinny you are too scared to touch me / straight / Jasmine’s girlfriend / alligator skin boots / a hockey brawl / Holden Caulfield / roadkill / Spencer on Criminal Minds / a carpet bomb / sectioned / the falling man (& his splatter) / your favorite weapon / Long Island Sound ceviche / Ziggy Stardust / my fathers son / the most haunted site in North America / five, again / whole, again / found, again / softer than your dad was to your mom / Decker’s Husband / something of wonder / held, still.

Confessions of a Twenty-Five Year Old Teenager

Still fantasizing ‘bout being kidnapped.
can’t listen to Radiohead without feeling fingers inside.
preferring audiobooks. preferring women.
afraid of aboveground obstacle courses.
the way I drink milkshakes like the girl from Shallow Hal.
thought “four-a-door” was a car brand.
can’t point out Illinois on a map, or Nevada.
doing coke in the elevator at Sloan Kettering Memorial.
eating moldy bread ‘cause I deserve the sickness.
afraid of mayonnaise.
kicked out of the ED unit for not wanting their bettering.
can’t swallow in public. crying when I oughta punch.
collecting build-a-bears.
cutting the L tags off my shirts ‘cause they embarrass me.
still mean-mugging the mirror.
still talk ‘bout fleeing in my sleep.
                                                                       still waking up here.

When I Grow Up, I Want to Be…

Seth Rogen.
Kaleidoscope fleece as my Sunday Best
own a grow room full’ a ceramics;
speckled pots & goopy glazes
huffing Old Spice – full aluminum
30×31 Levi’s, 800 thread count Canadian tuxedo
thigh high fuzzy socks, Lisa Frank Crocs
fingers like a       bassist
the kinda guy who comments
   “I’m just here for the barbecue…”
under the Citizen report
   “Vicious Raccoon at Central Park”
a little less like Michael Cera a little more The Archangel;
I’m not looking for no Ramona Flowers
I’m tryna be the kinda man Natasha Lyonne would
   wanna feed a cigarette
Not James Dean, but-
    His bartender
    His car salesman
Not Tony Soprano, but-
    His therapist’s therapist
       His fowl dreams
The kinda guy who Cha Cha Slides
with the wacky waving inflatable tube man
in the Ford Dealer lot & tips on Chinese take out
call me Crab Rangoon Daddy
call me by my name
call me, like ya said ya would

DeAnna / when we were girls


Rayn Page Valleau is a poet based in New York City with an MFA in Creative Writing from the City College of New York. His work appears in Global City ReviewPromethean Literary JournalSantulan MagazineCosmic Double, and elsewhere. A Stark Poetry Prize winner, he performs with The Poetry Brothel as Cash Casanova, a cowboy poet on the run—to your hearts.