in my

What fucks me up
is reading the news,
looking at the eyes of the criminal
or the oppressor
and recognizing the humanity

Which is probably why I stare at
the trees
immediately after

The condition that is within me
the person sitting across from
this wooden table
children , the past
the future

I’m not the only one who has thought
this
or have written a poem
like this one

where did that brick come from

Rubbed myself with coconut oil,
admired the curves,the dents,
too much self love, or
maybe not the right kind ,,,
turned into self objectification
boobs and an ass
I will not simplify myself

putting things in black and white

a lot is gray,
different shades of teal
specks of red
and the smell of perfumed plastic flowers
half eaten apple
it tasted like soap
lacked luster
not a doll, but with doll like features
face in categories
boxes, squares, circles,
letters

A walking poem

wanting,needing nothing

My skull, eyes, body,
and soul
wisdom tooth
impacting the other teeth
leaving the left side of my face numb
things that I think will be funny(tragic)
if they were to happen
come true sometimes,
but for toughening up purposes
says the universe

change is inevitable
love, the deep,
real love
is rare
one of kind
and enough

ocean eyes
does a salt water rinse
because this wisdom tooth growth
could not have come
at a better time

light

Walking around to validate
the things that exsist around me,

a heavy and distracted bumble bee
carrying the weight of the world

the clumsy red poppy flowers
bright, dissoriented, and attempting
to get closer

the left side of my face is melting
while I make sure to not
be in anyone’s peripheral vision,

I’m thinking about the bees
and the flowers

no i don’t want to be showered in glitter

Burning her hand with hot soup
smiling for the customers, taking orders
stuffing the latex glove full of ice cubes
inbetween

child-woman cross legged on the lawn
hand her a cigarette
before she kills someone

enjoying the swing and flow of her mustard dress
knowing that solitude is a great thing
looks over to see the cause of most of the pain

she’s really upset right now
let me console and hug the other person a little tighter
a sadistic double team
continuation,
bringing out the worst in her,
angry spanish women
who would ram a car into the house that he lives in
will probably make an appearance
but suppress, suppress
don’t look crazy

now it feels evil,
a rage that is too much for a little woman
body to handle,
ubiquitous rage,
infinity anger
a vegetarian who wants to slaughter
cow with her bare hands,
because it’s black and white,
and apathy is what they see

she puts her blue wine glass
in front of the flashing lights
because what is life if not experimentation with color
and alcohol

before the winter he said
he couldn’t give her any love or affection
making sure to save it all for the person he
says he is not in love with

to vulgarize her

squiggly lines,
like the sun,
but better, in the warm spots,
January in the shadows
Spring is here and the kitchen is demanding all of me
Do I even really care about this job,
it’s just a job,

A blue origami bird
from last season
is swirling in the corner

white flowers are showcasing
themselves
through
the body movement
,a slow dance at a wedding,

smell of vanilla greenery
and half moons at 4am