Poetry – Page 6

The Woman in the Wall

There was a strange woman who lived in our walls. She was gloomy and dreary and not very tall. When I told my mother about the woman in the wall, she gasped and shrieked because there was no woman at all.

On Unlearning Education

I am well-educated and severely unlearned. Assimilated with ideas deemed worthless compared to curriculum. You don’t have to be educated to be learned but when you are confined by four walls you have to unlearn to be educated.

Privilege of the Assimilated

Exoticism masquerades itself in a compliment And I am just another colonial conquest My vagina is their Manifest Destiny Assimilation is the castration of culture Going home is not a possibility You diasporic dysfunction Sexually repressed and socially excluded Am I just another notch on the Belt of fetishized categories

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Time Touched Lover

Lulled shivers of post-coitus sighs from fur quake exhaling soft rings. Cellulite stretches and a mole marked majora wrinkled smiles of a stretched perineum and receding scrotum curling behind terse grey hairs. My time touched lover, we are orgasms in stillness.

Vaginas are Coffee

I have learned this, I am educated, and, therefore, it must be fact. Vaginas are coffee consumable when cold, warm, iced, or far above the legally consumable limit served sweet, bitter, and/or a little milky (maybe very milky) fat-whole-soy-a little bit of skim add a little bit of flavor and stir the stick swirl the spoonContinue reading “Vaginas are Coffee”

Kaleidoscopic Rash Coaster

Linked and laughing cackle thunder clap you kaleidoscopic rash coaster

I am not Late

I was late today because I was on the phone with my sister planning a two week trip around Europe. We haven’t seen each other in four months. Way too long considering we lived an hour away from each other, more like ten states, or two vodka shots, or one broken jeep and a trenchContinue reading “I am not Late”

Ha! Poetry

Ha! Poetry is what? Comparing a flower to the complexity of a woman’s face? Taking the magnificence of a sunset and lowering it down to the level of a canvas’s paints? Or taking something catastrophic like a combusting star and comparing it to a high schooler’s day? Or is it the ability to rhyme? To be ableContinue reading “Ha! Poetry”

Who are the People that would Believe Me?

Who are the people that tell you yes? Who are the people that tell you no? Who are the people that tell you to be? Who are the people that tell you to be anything but? Who are the people that make you? Break you? Throw you? Lift you? Who are the people that areContinue reading “Who are the People that would Believe Me?”