I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom
has taken up
running or biking

whatever it is
that requires
two-piece spandex
body suits

and frequenting
my coffee shop

since I moved.

when I feel
his eyes on me
staring
as I sit at
my table,

or staring
as I enter
from a walk;

I would rather
take an
orangepeeler
to my skin,

leatherworking
an abaya from
my own flesh

then be
seen.

This bird is Trapped in my Camera Frozen in Take-off Forever

the plant
extended itself
just slightly
towards the sun

to motion,

“hey, I
need more.”

maybe we all
have a way
of doing that

whether
cognizant
of our own
movement
or not.


a centipede
flew down from
the wood awning
fearlessly

then skittered
across
floor boards

in pursuit
of destination
building crevice
[pretending
it knew
just
where it 
was going]

maybe
we all
do that
too.

Lucid Transcendence

last night
i visited
an empty
version
of my
apartment,

where the walls
were lined with
of shelved
burning candles.

i was translucent;
the everything
and nothing of me.

i walked outside,
testing this
newfound form
by possessing
a woman’s body.

but,you still
recognized me.

we wandered
through town,

made out
publicly,

and nobody
batted
an eye.

Precipice