Nobody

Craves a
fucking salad.

chop me up
and throw
me into
your mouth,

crunch down
on me
and swallow

eating me
will not
nourish you
[but that
isn’t what
you’re
going for]

sweetheart,

i will not
make you
beautiful

but you
will love
me for it.

Crisp

Backdoor Blues

You checked
on my door

expanding 
With heat.

i could
make you
wooden door
in the
summer time,

but I
didn’t
kiss you.

you were
leaving
and said,

“so this
is the bike
you carry
up and down
3 flights
of stairs.”

i thought,

“yes, I am
looking
at him;

have yet
to ride it.”

Toxicity Didn’t Kill Me

i remember

it looked
like a
smashed
strawberry

when the
gynecologist
pryed the
tampon
out of me.

I was a
20 year old

Raped
in my
childhood
bedroom

by a boy who
used “i love you”‘s
like a
trojan horse.

three days
later,
I didn’t
remember.

trauma does
that to you
[even though
for some,
sexual assault
is a punch-line
these days].

lying back
Stirruped feet,

i was just
as surprised
as the doctor

who gutted
the rotten
tissue-soaked
cotten from me.

they told me,

“you should
have been
dead of
toxic shock.”

they couldn’t
see it, but,
a part
of me
was dead.

He ended
up cheating
on me

because I
withheld sex
from him.
[after the fact]

“Boys will be boys,”

Right?

PACKAGED PLAINLY in which sexuality is a production

since
call out

i have been
rehearsing
for this
role.

show, me.

remind me
we are
built
of friction;

rubbed
and grinded
alive.

perform your
frustrations
on me
center stage.

what tale
do our bodies
have
to show
us
of
trapped want?

characterize
me

[censorship
obsolesced]

i want
to hear
myself
express
freely.

why do we
name
release
“selfish”?

are we
not
human
worthy
of contact?

do we not
deserve
to hear
and be
heard?

if we are
meant
to be
disgusting,
fulfilling-ly;

color me
flush’d
volunteer.

fit parts
others
do not want
inside me,

play them
through me.

Avid

10 reasons Why

for
too long
has the
female body
been
conditioned
to mute
and edit
itself
for the
male gaze
.

for instance,
it is
unlady-like
to admit
releasing
in all forms

from traditionally
imposed pressures

1.farting/shitting/menstruating
2.burping,
3.being angry,
4.speaking up
for oneself,
5.really,
asserting
any action
upon
another
[unless
it is
to be
fetishized
by/for
male eyes],
6.growing
body hair,
7.shamelessly
having sex
for ones
own pleasure,
8.moaning
naturally
-NOT
in the way
performed
during
mainstream
porn,
9.leaving
a mess,
10.not
dressing up
ones body.

this shit
list
is as long
as the
systemic mouth
that continues
to feed
it’s dreadful
ideological
body,”

I thought
as I
-slipped
into my
bathwater

letting out
a gutteral
sigh
of pleasure

for
no one
but, myself.

the Brooklynian Joneseses

the
fifty-something
couple
below me
have more
[loud] sex
than me.

they
have accents,
smoke
cigarettes,
and I
hate them.

[tho maybe,
they are
something-like
happy.]

I,
late
twenty-something
shut-in,

am
decidedly
not
settling
for a partner
just fine
enough.
[for now]

I have
[quiet] sex,
alone,

Which may
Sound sad
In reading.

[tho maybe,
I am
happy too]


Tenacious