zip-zilch-nothing
nada-nothing-love
apparitional, fictional,
spectral, figmental,
delusive, illusive,
abstract, unreal,
imagined, un-bodied.
You, on your steady subtractive diet,
crossing your ankles in a subway car,
you can write beneath the footbridge,
"I was never here, "
but it will never be true. So be whole.
Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
I Am Not Your Tender Flower
I am a weed.
I did not ask your permission.
If you withhold the water,
I will wait for rain.
Do not walk barefoot
across my arid earth.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
30/30: The Things You Thought You Needed
Those golden slippers will not fit you
after your feet callus from gravel.
Your amulet to save you from witches
was hasty; it nips at your dreams
like papercuts, now that you’ve
started hoarding white sage, eyebright,
and rosemary. And all the men
on white horses that pass through this town
are looking for women sleepier than you,
who prefer their kisses stolen, not given,
who wake only to promises less pedestrian
than a dog’s warm lick and the thought
of sausages on a cast-iron pan.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Women, Stop Apologizing So Much
My boyfriend told me
I apologize too much
I said, I’m sorry
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