Every day, I wake up thinking about all the stuff I have to do that day, then part of my brain ruptures and I fall back asleep
Category Archives: Poetry
Anger
Anger and I walked home the other day a mass of snarling teeth and the color orange snapping at passerbys absorbing them then I I yanked its umbilical cord for I had birthed it myself.
The Nerve
God is dead and so are the nerve endings in my left leg & thumb But I did have an orgasm 4 days ago.
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aber vallee man nimettonam sagen und and everything is different ein anderen Anders kenn ich nicht I know not wo habe ich … xhoja esh rafti boodeh bala ja payeen? hamshesh zusammen kardeem
GOT PUBLISHED!!!
Got published in the Los Angeles based Feminist magazine VENUS ( Very Empowered Nymphs Uplifting our Sex). Be sure to check it out HERE!!!
The Women’s Almanac of Personal Questions (Now with Answers!)
Why should I apologize for queefing? You shouldn’t. Say it was a fart, the cat, an old boot, the sound of the patriarchy dying, or, better yet, say it was your vagina and then be proud of your squeaky balloon pocket. What should be done about my unkempt muff? Nothing. If you can grow itContinue reading “The Women’s Almanac of Personal Questions (Now with Answers!)”
Giving People Their Space in Public
The strange sensation of giving space in publiceven now don’t give it to me DON’T Give me thisand give me my space in public the space to freely move this bodythrough the streetengaging in ____ repetitionRepeat this monstrous rhythm within this entrapped tradition ofmoving through the physical space Give me this because I will gratuitouslyContinue reading “Giving People Their Space in Public”
When, If, and Not
When you date the man you’re going to marry, only to realize you don’t want to be married. When you love the woman you wish you could be, only to realize you could never be loved. When you kiss someone goodbye, only to realize you were saying hello. When you break your heart, only toContinue reading “When, If, and Not”
I Am the Square that Moves Like a Circle
I am skeleton buildings and pallet furniture I am insulated under armor I am a loophole on repeat I am pinto beans and pineapple rings Consummation of voracious cultural consumption I am a threshold A door frame that presents the Pretty picture of me For the rest of the world to see Because I amContinue reading “I Am the Square that Moves Like a Circle”
GOT PUBLISHED!!!
Got published in the Coven Berlin. Be warned!!! This publication and poem are not for the faint of heart. Be sure to check out it HERE!!!
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