I examine all the women who aren’t needy whores.
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I see my reflection and hear their affirmations,
and start to think that maybe I’m no needy whore myself,
until I fear these women are just whores like me-
You’re drawn towards me like we’re perfectly opposed…
like one of us put ourselves into the wrong box,
because heaven knows I don’t want to be shocked by your sparking outlet.
I just want to run, but I stay, every time. Like I’m…
electrocuted- Stuck. Like I’m numb- stuck.
Seems safer to turn the power off when men hang on me. Three at one time.
They each try to caress my neck at once,Read More »
You, my first love with your padding to my room to draw
a mural with me, with my three-years-behind-yours fine motor skills.
Green easel- hodgepodge I never erased.
You, with your independence, hero-power, and readiness,
senior trips and friends I always joined but never made.
“How was it letting the class freak be on top?”Read More »
Whisper words like “virgin” and watch
as images dance through their minds
of white satin gloves,
of innocent deer,
of crystal clear glass.
Write it on my i.d. or social,
but leave it off my nametag, please,Read More »
He smiles, ‘Not you-
All the other girls who think your thoughts, differently,’
when his joke responds to me,
my thoughts, my way.Read More »
You think I’m being emotional, (and I am going to use the word “but”,
but don’t stop listening) but when I start to repeat myself,
it’s because I don’t think you understand. And you don’t think I understand
that you do, but the times I repeat myself are the times that you think I’m emotional-
that I’m saying something that makes sense but doesn’t really matter.Read More »
Confidence lies in the eyes of the matron,
sufficiently down to earth to know
the grounds on which her legs
hold her up.
By the shore, her giving smile
shines like a lighthouse,
lets the drowning know that unlikeRead More »
“All to himself, the high king had you.
He gloried in this so much that he
would give it up to glory in it more,
and only enough for him
to glory in it more-…”
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So known but so misunderstood-
Were I a psychologist,
perhaps what moves within me
would have explanation on top of its name.Read More »
we want girls with
balanced on some
dainty feetRead More »