Words

Words are a lot like feet
You tend to go places after putting one in front of the other

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Guest

I'll urge you to remember your place
you're merely a guest here
don't come knocking on my door
shitting on my floor
and ask me what I'm annoyed for
don't slap me in the face
and then say I have a bad attitude
as if I'm acting in bad faith
I don't owe you anything
I don't answer to you
an apology for your behaviour
on the other hand
might look good on your lips
but I suppose I'm expecting too much
from the man who thinks himself
entitled to me
as if I'd ever allow
even one more person
to own me
or lay claim to me
fuck off

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Hot

stripped cable
naked carcass
frayed out wire
stuck out in all directions
naked in bed
metal body meat
radiating heat
arms and feet
splayed out summer's flower
sweating enamel skin
fodder for the mosquitoes
those with acidic bites
and warm winter winds

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Impostor Syndrome

sapphire nails
pink lips
like a child
with crayon drawings on the wall
delicately outlining my features
treading the fine line
between the garish and invisible
afraid that I might get called out
called a fraud
called a liar
a boy being unboyish
today I can't internalize my accomplishments
I cannot validate who I am
I'm a foreigner in the gendered lands
neither man nor woman
embodied as a man
treading on women's toes.

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Glass

I dropped a glass
it landed square on it's base
the sides peeled away from each other
like a flower opening in full bloom
it sang as the pieces floated in mid-air
the few drops of water left in the glass
scattered upwards like pollen from the bloom
everything that had and will be beautiful
beauty itself was caught in that moment
on the floor
momentary and fleeting
a dance of light
a song of one note
and a shard of glass in my heel

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Wonder Worker

you should see her do it
fold up the earth
and jump from here to there
instantly
she's cunning that way
Ms. Lard
her nimble fingers
tracking along the pages
hungrily hunting for spells
her cleaver thaumaturgy
read aloud
like songs at night
each word as softly spoken
as a leaf brushing by rocks in a stream
and her friends would come
calling to her
"Taya! Taya!"
"Work your wonders!"
"Find my lost love!"
"Bring my money home!"
"Produce a cure for me!"
"Taya! Taya!"
and she would
because she knew the seventy third sign
she could speak the explicit names
she heard them in her sleep
when the goddess whispered in her ear
and she scratched the symbol
carving it into her tongue
making a shem of her flesh
using the sharpened rib bone of the Archangel Uriel
so when Ms. Lard spoke she made
she unmade
then neatly tucked the world under her arm
strolling away
until the next day
when her friends would come calling

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