It took me longer than most to define real love for myself. Give me tasty food … then a movie and cuddle in bed and I’m all yours. Introverts are simple that way. But, it took a lot of soul searching plus copays before I got there. Before then
my identity your intensity
as it slips
between your lips
with your hips
give me all of you
the beauty, the beast
the scars across your soul
the heat of your anger and defeat
I am not sugar and spice and everything nice
I come from women
who never asked twice
All bullets and vice and daggers and dice
The kind who’d answer
your slap with a slice
There it bides; untouched, untyped
slamming against bone and boredom
stalking, storming, writhing, waiting….
A prompt poem that I found way more fun than I probably should have. Thank you for reading you lovely thing finding beauty in simple spaces.
I’m lucky enough to have an amazing partner who calls himself a feminist. This little dose of sadness with sarcasm is for those who think feminist is just another F word. Thanks for reading you brave and beautiful beasts unafraid to stand up for those simply asking for equality.
It’s 2008. The iPhone is a thing now. On the BART train to and from San Francisco, more and more people stare down into card decks made of glass and plastic, tapping on and swiping through tunes, or flicking things into other things to score points. Everyone who has one of these new toys takes a picture of everything. My coworker is doing an entire series on his shoes.
A poem for the depleted. Stop. Do nothing of consequence. I give you permission.