On what our dad calls being “a girl in comfortable shoes”
[another response to Sister]
I am the bastard child of the second wave
And the hidden heart of the third,
I wish you would be too.
I stopped wearing bras when I realized
I couldn’t find an A without padding
I don’t have that problem anymore
On my first ever date we watched a movie
And I insisted on paying for the ice cream
I was the girl with all the boy friends
But never a boyfriend
Since then there have been six
But only one or two have mattered
Sorry
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Showing posts with label week ten. Show all posts
Showing posts with label week ten. Show all posts
Thursday, April 30, 2009
D.anica M.arie T.ayae [another response to Sister]
i’ll confess this to only you,
i have known her,
close your eyes to see the truth…
slender winter white nails rake romance against
cool coffee cream skin that flushes with the pulsing of the light
the world spins in checkers as questions
flush down the drain to nothing in her mind
white hot desires dance along the dark satin of subconscious
her body opens and sensual wet lotus flower leaves are
all there is, as tiny feet drip silk and fuck forever
panting gently on the floor with rainbow polished toes
everything is as beautiful as you care to dream it,
awake now or never
follow the shadows and carry all the colors of this moment with you
as you run into reality down the path of dancing dreams
into the merigold shack imagination world that is your soul
Our humanity is held in the sins we commit
And our divinity in those we choose not to
i’ll confess this to only you,
i have known her,
close your eyes to see the truth…
slender winter white nails rake romance against
cool coffee cream skin that flushes with the pulsing of the light
the world spins in checkers as questions
flush down the drain to nothing in her mind
white hot desires dance along the dark satin of subconscious
her body opens and sensual wet lotus flower leaves are
all there is, as tiny feet drip silk and fuck forever
panting gently on the floor with rainbow polished toes
everything is as beautiful as you care to dream it,
awake now or never
follow the shadows and carry all the colors of this moment with you
as you run into reality down the path of dancing dreams
into the merigold shack imagination world that is your soul
Our humanity is held in the sins we commit
And our divinity in those we choose not to
Labels:
Christina,
Pick and Choose Response,
week ten
I. I don’t know why [response to Sister]
“Your people are really dark blue”
I don’t know why I lied and said this to you.
When you were only three,
An eight year old me
convinced you, you were an alien baby
that had been left on earth by its real family
and my mother had found you
in a porta-potty and kept you
since you were two
years old.
Your real family was on
Neptune of course never caring you were gone,
It was very funny till you
Cried, and our mother sighed
And I got grounded.
I guess I was just bored.
“Your people are really dark blue”
I don’t know why I lied and said this to you.
When you were only three,
An eight year old me
convinced you, you were an alien baby
that had been left on earth by its real family
and my mother had found you
in a porta-potty and kept you
since you were two
years old.
Your real family was on
Neptune of course never caring you were gone,
It was very funny till you
Cried, and our mother sighed
And I got grounded.
I guess I was just bored.
Labels:
Christina,
Pick and Choose Response,
week ten
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