a queer exorcism in 20 lines
you have to be okay with shrinking your world down to a black dot
starving yourself barren
knowing your worth & your hell & greeting your loneliness bound on a stretcher
hangman has you figured out to: LOVE BEFORE WHY EXCEPT AFTER DIE.
grinding your teeth to a powder, adding it to hot water
all that is given to you is the ability to shade & change
hello earth,
i want to write a pregnancy poem
be considered an amazon where men get lost
slap everyone that doesn’t understand ‘warming’ before ‘socializing’
i want to wait in line for an emotional rollercoaster
i want to risk my life
please,
read my palm shooting daggers of commitment.
i once spent $3,000 in six months to sleep in the arms of a womxn twice a week
you must hate me now…i’ve exposed the source of my convulsions
trapped my growls in a bell jar to watch float like dust in an old room.
this is the dinner party i’ve planned,
the table i’ve set,
the place in which i will feast.