i was a rabbit in the long grass. with only the tips of my ears visible. proving that underneath it all i was still there. hot. wet. selfish. and perhaps a bit scared. the fur standing out in small sweaty patches. like tiny mountains. that rise beneath skirts and hemlines. she was a bar of soap i used to feel good about myself. not to clean mind ( Read more... )

ani ada'in ohev otach. if i could only remember this other plan. the only one i've ever had was what those around have told me. that this is a woman. she carries your other rib and without it you'll never be complete. and i do remember that it scared me to hear that. seeing all those curves. but not the curves of which it has become our custom to ( Read more... )

you are on foot and i on the other. but a farmer does not plant two of the same seed together. oh patience! we can wait for them to grow. but we have a life to live and cannot wait forever. so celebrate! set your stomach free. and if you feel like redecorating than go ahead and clean! put that painting among leaves and branches crooked as his ( Read more... )

the sunlight and your fingers dance among leaves and over keys like lovers on the evening lawn at a dinner party that won't be finished until the last tired guest drains his glass and staggers home. leaving you both alone on the porch. words and mouths spill into hair and over cheeks like a thick bearded musician sits in his chamber at the piano ( Read more... )

i beheld an opera. and upon opening a woman, i call her a woman but not as they call her a woman, as the opposite of man. i call her a woman as i would call a goddess by a title more discreet. the one i am with leans over and whispers to me that this woman holds her attention with a note which by comparison i should never find another voice ( Read more... )

she carries herself with all the bashful poetry of someone's precious daughter who has had far too much to drink. slender legs as supple as a young trees smooth green branches and you offer them to the hyena's by saying 'oh but i come of age soon and you're welcome to visit'. what you have actually said to them is 'i come of age soon and i will be ( Read more... )

orange juice for when you're thirsty. rum for when you're cold. let the chaser leave it's ring upon the coffee table once your tongue starts growing bold. cigarettes for when you're hungry. sex for when you feel alone. a machine might crave the same amount of maintenance but it will live to be twice as old. gloves for when you're afraid of touching ( Read more... )

chapter two. God save that heavy hearted queen. the way she swings that mallet makes me think there's a sorrow behind that furious temper ( Read more... )

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chapter one. i am the cat without the grin.
she is made of an aged paint. of the kind that peels off the sides of warehouses where the homeless come to hide and will most likely die. the drips which form colors of a hue that matches the organs i see when her flesh comes off in strips around my feet. and the scent of it like some sex attempt that ( Read more... )