my mouth, too
xxxxx wide open
and yet my
tongue tied
droplets of water on
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxdeleuze
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxdelusion
i swallow you whole
i am on-xxxxxto you
and i like to take in the (pause of your) sentiment
then i’m thinking of blood baths
of different sorts
i will slip into the water
my blood spilling out of me
xxxxxxxxxx surrounding me
i am bathing in
xxxxxa symbol of my unborn babies
i savor these moments, these types of somatics,
bodily poetry
xxxxxyou should all stop asking me
xxxxxwhen this will change
(a woman’s blood, her womb, her pleasures and pains
xxxxxare none of your business
xxxxxunless she wants to tell you
and yet
you’ve made it so
that it is so—
turned everything into business (as usual))
just please remember: there is no season for our demands
i am doing this for a reason
it has to come first
xxxxxxxxxx i have to
xxxxxxxxxx it’s the only way,
xxxxxxxxxx somehow
then i’m thinking about:
fish laws
the meanings of the word “spent”
how people can be so beautiful
refering to something like a recipe
ecology/genocide
response-ability
i haven’t known what to say
in years
xxxxx up there, it was a
xxxxx little different (i don’t want to
xxxxx give a place too much)
where in the
xxxxxactual
xxxxxworld…?
[i heard them screaming and you did, too, and i had to escape as fast as i could and you did,
too; we practically flew out the back door and i wailed into leaves and we both left and i
refused to go back for over a year, now pieces of this reality become part of dreams; and you,
you got so far away]
so
called
some
one
good
night
you
were
there
all
along i waited into
waded in to you, oh, you,
oh dear, dear
touch / pause
re-hash
re/kind(le)
what these relations are/what are these relations
for now there’s nothing else
xxxxxyou were my picture
xxxxxand i was yours