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…

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I’d Say

I felt bad for you, if I was to say anything at all. and that would be a lie. — bite your inner cheeks some more, babydoll. it’s ripe to be a long, lonely summer.

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Void

i wonder if you do not mean to touch  and hold  like it is just something to do with your hands. grab anyone near by like, life raft; gasping for attention. the current pool r  i  s  i  n  g UP to the bottom of your chin; Lift on tiptoes STRAINING to stay above  surface. —…

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Displeasingly adjectivized Tragedy

spongy meat-based arrogants, clung to filthy wet rock, propel by theoretical force; weeping and thrashing against themselves in reclusive spare-time over an inability to squish their parts against another due to bad-timing and previously acclaimed ownership of shared space.

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settling in white america

All across White Middle america There are the fathers There they are tucked away In their garages Hiding in their Spaces Lined with plywood Hiding in their Spaces Armed with power tools What can I build? to keep occupied Keep from thinking? Keep from Reflecting? on the Current boredom my life They sulk in their…

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