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
Not a Feminist
You say you don’t call yourself a feminist.A different kind of heartache, coming 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 something, you … 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.
Relocate
It exploded into the sky and all I could think about was breathing. Stomach in my throat, I looked at the others frightened and holding hands. We were falling and I was stubborn, ready to go down alone. I closed my eyes making peace with all that was this complicated life. It was taking longer … Continue reading Relocate
Plateau
Elevated, flat, but going nowhere for a while, or possibly ever. I couldn't have thought of a better word. Traveled far and high, blistered feet, bloody knees only to stop, bottom out, flatten out, fade out into something that almost represented a mountain. Can you imagine? The humiliation of almost being a mountain and settling … Continue reading Plateau
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
Monsoon
I wanted the wind before the storm, it was always my favorite, So I created the wind. I let it rage and let it roam through each part, picking up dust and throwing it through the old lead windows. How easy I think as it moves effortlessly through and out of the house I swore … Continue reading Monsoon
“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”
Are you happy?
"Are you happy?" I stayed silent on the other end of the phone. Ugh, I don't even know what that question means. I think for most people not suffering from chronic depression it's pretty straightforward. I paused for my thoughts. "What do you mean?" He laughed, "I MEAN are you happy?" I scan my brain … Continue reading Are you happy?
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 