Ode/Apologia to/for My Body
Just Another Bad Habit
The Lonely Live Goose
Silently soaring through the sky
Like a bird of prey hunting solo for breakfast.
But you won’t dive.
You only attack on the ground.
Chasing runners and bikers and preschoolers on a nature walk.
What Do You See?
Indispensable as Air
What Misery Is This?
I'm Mad as Hell and I Don't Know If I Can Take It Anymore
The Worst Mother in the World
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[Reminder] My Ascent to Greatness Will Not Be Compromised by the Likes of You
When I was twenty, I went to work for a captain of industry. A titan really.
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[Archived] Highlights from My Love Life
My first high school steady
was a computer geek.
I read sci-fi novels
and corrected his college essay.
We tried bondage and anal.
I'm lucky his interest in me
wasn't confined to the cranial.
TRANSPLANTS
They say…
Uncertainty
Nothing will make her lie down. Nothing will make her leave this old house.
Sad Good Guys Wear Black
Black on black on black with a touch of gray
To communicate you’re just not in the goddamn mood today.
To announce a state of mourning.
To send a silent warning.
Cicada’s Swan Song
It’s a deafening sound.
The screams of passion belted out
from the bugs with the giant eyes
and wingspan of a Prius.
An Unrelentingly Depressing Poem
Her home became a grave
she shared with her memories and regrets.
If I Had a Rich Husband
You shouldn’t have to prostitute yourself and pretend to be straight/monogamous to change the world. Really, some could question the efficacy of charity for solving all the world’s problems, since it doesn’t really address the systemic issues and structural violence, etc.
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[ARCHIVED] I Was a Teenage Space Billionaire
I built a city in the desert.
Lithium and plastic and dry cellulose.
Autonomous flying cars.
Drone-delivered impossible everything,
Nourishing our body-positive bodies.
Streaming, bingeable Obama-produced documentaries
In every remote classroom.
There was even a monorail.
Dog Walker Barbie
Think About Flowers
THE WORLD IS AWFUL DON’T LOOK AT THE NEWS DON’T LOOK AT THE NEWS THINK ABOUT FLOWERS
It's My Baby (to the tune of "It's My Party")
It's my baby, and I'll kill it if I want to
Kill it if I want to, kill it if I want to
You would kill it too
if pregnancy was forced on you
Anxiety is the thing that’s ripped our country apart. It has divided us, caused us to fear and hate those who think and live differently than us, and even caused us to hate those who only slightly disagree with us. It has led to panic and overreaction. And I worry that American Anxiety is only going to exacerbate the social and political divide in this country to the point that there is no coming back.