Girl, it’s not your world.

Girl, you need to find a man soon.
Don’t waste time discovering yourself
you’re but a pretty wrapper around a womb.

You know men are looking & you should be glad.
Don’t play coy when they come to ask the price.
Your value’s set with the length of your legs.

It’s your job to always look the best
so that you can maybe stand a chance.
What goes in movies goes in real life,
you either a nobody or a star with tags.

Before long you’ll be a mother with child
within whose eyes you will be forever lost.
Coo-coo bedtimes & milk from the breasts,
don’t ever ask for personal time or else.

Good lord, woman! Stick with the man you got!
To whom the society entitled more than enough!
Put on a good face or you’ll be condemned.
Just remember your place & be content.

Daily insane.

You probably can’t tell
I’m a ghost in a shell.
I think it’s quite alright,
I like Japanese anime.

Here goes the endless sunset
chased by the smokes of light,
sweet as the jam I had this morning,
guess I won’t be skipping the wine.

Someone calls help, the dog’s riled,
a bit excitement & words are yelled.
What does it all have to do with me?
Over here managing my own insanity.

Don’t need your help.

Bitch face.

“Hey, bitch face.”
“What?! Who?! Me?”
“Yeah! Why don’t you look more friendly?”
“Wha! What’d I do? Minding my own business,
looking down at my own shoes.
Not my fault my face
is what in front of you.”

Runner-up of contemplator of life I am
& it’s not boding too well for you.
If you see me lips tight, eyes humorless,
forgive me for my offensive attitude.

We can chat about your cat or dog
& of course your kids too.
Though I really have nothing new to add,
you see, I’m kinda aloof.

All the interactions I can imitate live
without being too honest or true.
If it can help spreading your rumors,
isn’t that what people do?

Wow, didn’t see it coming,
was that really what I said?!
Can we start over please?
I’m calling a reboot.

Ah, here we are, some fresh air.
What do you mean forget it?
You’re walking away with a bad taste,
having a case of bitch face too?

Lover of another dimension.

I do see your color pretty, a translucent blend,
jelly-toned nail polish of a creeping, resting kind.
In out focus, permission to engage, calvary sneaky & bold.
The feeling of discovering something I should not have told.

The sound wave comes through a medium, an intentional distortion.
Not certain if the ears were made for such personal vibrations.
Amused smile, more heard but saw “it’s all part of the plan”.
Something though shouts “Danger! Back off!” not that I can help.

Boundaries melt when we come together, we are finally expanding.
The way that you see, that I see, sand in sands on sands indefinitely.
You move forward, I take flight, locked in a circular exhilarating fright.
One glance, no more than two, never & ever & as ever, yours yours & mine.

We dance the vertical inclines and horizontal foolish maze.
Here & there some clear water, sad when it turns into murky wine.
Hallelujah, trouble-maker, zig-zag, skipping saints & swines.
Here for the show, you may know, digging dirts searching for a what.

You let me know then & now I tell you to hold on but not too tight.
Sometimes you have to be content with the little things that are very slight.
Staring too long, the light will shift, you may know too well what you see.
It’s time to let it all go while there’s still something else for me.

Period Talk – October Edition.

sink-or-swim.png You know there are periods that just take care of themselves? They just seem to roll right along into your live with a polite announcement by way of a little bleeding in the neither region, and you go “Oh! welcome stranger, let me take good care of you while you are visiting.” “Oh no no nonono, it’s no bother at all, make yourself at home.” At the end of several days they just bounce away like balls of blood-tainted cute crumbled trash and you are like “Bye bye! Hope you had a good time and see you soon.” Yeh, this is not one of those. I liken these to mega-fatigue-inducing blood suckers. Such events comes with their own preludes: something like a productive and very tiring but uplifting workweek or an exhaustingly fun communal event where you can forget for a moment what a low-energy state even feels like. Then it hits you.

So I like to make bed at night. I feel like we are so fortunate to have safe and oh-so comfortable chamber dedicated to our nighttime activities. I’d layout the soft duvet and already can feel myself laying in the enveloping warmth that’s waiting for me. This is my period talking, the same one that makes me dream of chocolate milkshakes and have such a demonic craving of anything salty and sweet I feel a certain kinship to zombies while grabbing a bag of sea-salt potato chips and enjoying them with such pleasure I think I’m in love.

It’s a basic love, a love that can be mustered while in a state of bodily discharge and mental exhaustion and the senses are left to roam the ruins. The wind feels good on the skin, time does not matter, the feeling lasts forever. I can’t fight this, my body needs what it needs. I have learned that sometimes you are the baron of your body, other times your body tells you to fuck off and smell the grease. I don’t feel guilty any more. My body has served me well all things considered, it can have some chocolate milkshake, a whole bag of chips at a time and half day sleep schedule if it can’t help itself. I’m on board. Enjoy the flow.

P.S. Saw the movie “Venom” during period, looks like Tom Hardy was having a medium intensity one himself. Eat up bro.