T[EE]TH

I have good teeth

I get that a lot

I have good teeth

dominant primates flash their teeth

when showing aggression

I have good teeth

 

To the Handyman who Fixed the Kallax Shelf I “Built”

Firstly, I would like to say thank you.

Secondly, I had read the instructions and no such piece or part came with the furniture

Third, you have laced silk underwear, much better than the plumbers in America, whereever did you buy them?

Fourth, your eyes are penetratingly blue, and I do not like them.

Especially when we see each other at Ikea (separate occasion) and lock eyes passing each other in disbelief. Like dancing mirages unable to comprehend our visions and overjoyed by the possibility of tandem dancing. You didn’t look away partner until your girlfriend grabbed your hand, forced it onto the shopping cart, and pushed you into the garden section.

And lastly, I have recently broken the Kallax shelf I had recently re-purchased .

New Year’s Vagilution (in February)

This year I would like to give my vagina more attention

to awaken my cunt kundalini

majora, minora, and fury

she’s all Venus vagintata

What an asshole!

(Hello!)

(No, I’m not talking to you)

Cycle appropriated

IUD installation fee

(Comes with free Wi-Fi. Password: T1T5)

Reiterate school lessons

Don’t touch, don’t look, don’t smell, don’t tempt

I touch and look and smell and tempt

Proud of my homeostasis

Michelangel-whoops!

We find beauty in the imperfect,
not the perfect.
Beloved artistic works
were often
imperfections
of their time.

Michelangelo’s David’s
hands and head are
proportionately
too large for his
body.

But,
when we stand
at the base
looking up,
to us,
he appears perfect.

We have always seen beauty in the
imperfect,
because,
from                   our
perspective,

imperfection             is perfection.

Letter to the One that Stopped

Dearest,

I fear you. Your glorious, unfiltered power. Your topless, free-breasted march toward the unknown. You are unapologetic and inflexible in your understandings of the world because you know yourself and would never apologize for such. I remember when I first met you three years ago; before that, I had seen glimpses of you at parties, on mountaintops, in the cumulus clouds. But, I was always looking out as you were wondering by.

But three years ago, you stopped and I stopped. We knew it was our time, and we took it. Time is so much easier to grab with four hands instead of two. You helped me break, you helped me make the phone call, you helped me release the nine-year floodgate of “Fuck you!” And then, afterwards, after the mess I made and the mess I became, you told me to clean up and keep walking, to pack it up, steal the cat, and create a life I didn’t know I didn’t want until we had made it ourselves.

But I am stubborn and so are you, and I didn’t know what I didn’t want until I had lived it myself. Like a pair of shoes, my favorite well-traveled companion carrying me for miles. At some point, I had to buy a new pair of shoes. But you are not shoes, you are not worn and trampled upon. You last forever, if I allow you to, if I let you in. And I did, three years ago, when you stopped and I stopped, and we took our time.

But that was three years ago, and you never loved me more than you had three months ago. When I told my parents, bought the ticket, boxed it up, and sold the rest walking away from the life and future that cost me nine years of mental abuse and an accruing interest of $80,000. The me I didn’t know I didn’t want.

Beer buzzed in a small hotel in Pankow, windows open listening to the rain, petting my stolen cat and thinking of my reclaimed life. All crammed into two suitcases, a violin case, and a spiral bound journal. I hadn’t realized, not truly, how much I loved you, how grateful I am to have you. The feeling of love and synchronicity overwhelmed me. You had stopped, and I had stopped, and we had taken this.

My dear,
my love,
my precious, beautiful,
Freedom.

 

As I Have

How is it that you have been in my dreams?

Have you lived them too?

As I have?

Woken up

by the tears

streaming down my face

as I have?

Woken up by

a lock jawed smile

as I have?

Flown to indescribable universes

only to return to a body in a bed

as I have?