walks

sometimes i feel as if my next step might break the concrete
and as it shatters i will fall
through into blackness and it's
something like in a book i once read:
"dark and silent and complete"

if i tread hard and with purpose maybe
someday i'll find it

you can pencil me in whenever
you find the time
between falling in love with
the bright lights
on the television

and ancient greece

the pussy myth (inspired by sizoe and cut up from below)

even a bird would fuck a woman fold her back into
the velvet skin

people remember looking, waiting for god
to tell them they're real
but men don't realize to taste
a big-thighed woman
starving her pussy

rather
the curtain falls
on every day a
normal difference 
keeps me wanting