You stick, you strangle, you shit, you stayHold space, take breaths, stay calm, don’t frayThat’s it, you’re it, knives out, Let’s play La Musa Guadalajara, Jalisco
Category: FEMINISM
Not a Feminist
You say you don’t call yourself a feminist.A different kind of heartache when it comes from our own. As if we don't bear enough of that. Tongue a razor very skilled in slashing I try not to let it take me,I try to understand. You say the word is too strong, too heavy, too masculine, too … Continue reading Not a Feminist
The Same
I am, he's notThey don't, I doI can, she shouldn't Most of us spend our entire lives making rules for others that don't apply to ourselves.Most of us spend our entire lives desperately trying to differentiate ourselves from others.Only to discover we all shit, piss and sleep the same.
Coffee Talk
I watched her soft adolescent hands fiddle the fake engagement ring on her finger, She spoke of wanting marriage. I wanted to tell her to wait. I wanted to tell her that boys suck every last bit of life out of girls her age. I wanted to tell her she needs more time to learn … Continue reading Coffee Talk
“You’re Late”
From the base of the spine to the back of my neck, the tightness, the irritability spreads through every cell. The boiling chill takes over and tiny soldiers attempt to put out the raging fire with drops of water. She laughs. Idiots, that will never work. She continues her rampage in and out of my … Continue reading “You’re Late”
House Call
“What the fuck are you doing here?”I must have blacked out or something. I guess not completely out of character but when I came to I was standing in the middle of a hollowed out tree and it was dark and freezing. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my body feeling bare skin, wondering … Continue reading House Call
Sorry Grandma
The plane rolled into it’s terminal and like always, everyone stood up like seething beasts. I understand why this is so intimidating to an elderly person, it’s intense for me and I’m only 33. I was grabbing her cane from the overhead bin when I could feel him trying to shove himself past me. His … Continue reading Sorry Grandma
Old Friend
I hadn't seen her in a long time, so we made a date to catch up at a new bar in north Austin. We grew up together raising hell, but we both settled down after her rehab and my new admittance to university. Not that she was worse off, I had spent my time in … Continue reading Old Friend
Bitter Ass Bitch
When friends ask when you are going to have children...
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 