You Go Girl
You go girl
Expression of approval
You're doing well
Fellow possessor of ovaries
You go girl
Empirico-metaphysical observation
You and your nails keep on moving
Through space, time, and Goddess knows what
You go girl
Requested action
Please take that attitude
Somewhere else honey
You go girl
Poetic sentiment
You decide to walk with mouth open
You go girl
Expression of approval
You're doing well
Fellow possessor of ovaries
You go girl
Empirico-metaphysical observation
You and your nails keep on moving
Through space, time, and Goddess knows what
You go girl
Requested action
Please take that attitude
Somewhere else honey
You go girl
Poetic sentiment
You decide to walk with mouth open
Bright color on your lips
22 December 2018
I imagined my mind knowing better felt
my viscera quiver. the birds get startled
into flight though always round-trip.
it’s good to be home alone not that you would
if I had anything to do about it but
we make do. life sucks
its thumb. you’re right where
you’re meant to be. who’s to say blankets
aren’t party dresses or that eyes
can only wet in one way.
gloveless in this eventide chill.
luckily we aren’t parting thickets
for interstices for clarity.
I empathise with the trees that bend
out of light’s way at least till rough
limbs creep up gently
against glass they refuse to crack.
dirty bedroom window remains so. it treasures
the head that rested on it oil and all pondering
the ease with which we dance around naked intention.
show me it’s possible to live and for quite a while
without flowering a new wound.
how lovely we are in our natural state.
taste of raw tongue on my tongue waves
fragile at our feet. we stay dipped long enough for
our digits to grow old shrivel without
fear. something once felt too cruel to endure.
I would not have chosen to float
if given the option. but now i’ll swim.
I imagined my mind knowing better felt
my viscera quiver. the birds get startled
into flight though always round-trip.
it’s good to be home alone not that you would
if I had anything to do about it but
we make do. life sucks
its thumb. you’re right where
you’re meant to be. who’s to say blankets
aren’t party dresses or that eyes
can only wet in one way.
gloveless in this eventide chill.
luckily we aren’t parting thickets
for interstices for clarity.
I empathise with the trees that bend
out of light’s way at least till rough
limbs creep up gently
against glass they refuse to crack.
dirty bedroom window remains so. it treasures
the head that rested on it oil and all pondering
the ease with which we dance around naked intention.
show me it’s possible to live and for quite a while
without flowering a new wound.
how lovely we are in our natural state.
taste of raw tongue on my tongue waves
fragile at our feet. we stay dipped long enough for
our digits to grow old shrivel without
fear. something once felt too cruel to endure.
I would not have chosen to float
if given the option. but now i’ll swim.
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I don't look at the world the way I once did.
I use to find words in silent places,
like the space between two yearning hands,
or the waiting room of a hospital.
Lately I only see in black and white,
lately, I don't find poetry between the lines.
Lately I find myself becoming more and more unfeeling.
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I don't look at the world the way I once did.
I use to find words in silent places,
like the space between two yearning hands,
or the waiting room of a hospital.
Lately I only see in black and white,
lately, I don't find poetry between the lines.
Lately I find myself becoming more and more unfeeling.
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You can call something home, and still feel
okay to leave for a while.
That is why I always return here.
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You can call something home, and still feel
okay to leave for a while.
That is why I always return here.
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I don't want to be a flower, I want to be an evergreen
Don't tell me I must die and come back only in Spring
I want to breathe in the cold of winter and live in the tears of autumn
I want to watch cities crumble, and people rebuild what's left
There are meteors waiting to collide with us,
this is just the beginning.
I don't want to be a flower, I want to be an evergreen
I'm tired of having wilted petals, and tender hands caressing me
I am sturdy, I hold my own
I want to constantly renew myself until the rest of the world
doesn't stand a chance.
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I don't want to be a flower, I want to be an evergreen
Don't tell me I must die and come back only in Spring
I want to breathe in the cold of winter and live in the tears of autumn
I want to watch cities crumble, and people rebuild what's left
There are meteors waiting to collide with us,
this is just the beginning.
I don't want to be a flower, I want to be an evergreen
I'm tired of having wilted petals, and tender hands caressing me
I am sturdy, I hold my own
I want to constantly renew myself until the rest of the world
doesn't stand a chance.
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I didn’t know that the war was still inside you, that there was a war to begin with, that once it enters you it never leaves—but merely echoes
– A Letter to My Mother that She Will Never Read
