This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker’s cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn’t she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
Today at work I am going to work on planning a camping trip with Corey.
He’s never been to the adirondacks!
I am looking forward to this trip SO much I may explode.
going to a say anything concert with corey tomorrow.
i am going to be listening to them nonstop until then so i hopefully know at least some of their songs.
either way it’ll be fun, and i’m excited for it.
My boyfriend took me to visit my dad’s grave today. He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.
My body is a world at war
and these solid bones
weren’t made for flying, but I
will call air raid anyway, as if
I could shed this skin and let
the mess on the inside escape.
I am at war with myself. It’s a
chemical thing, an imbalance;
a loss, a mistake, a decision;
a Kamikaze flight.
I have a tin heart, two iron lungs,
and an inferiority complex. I am
fighting for peace, but bullets
break metal every day.