MY WRITING ARM

A broken twig

Full of fruit

THE KIDS ARE FAT AND HAPPY

 Their clothes are to big and baggy

They don't shy away at me on the street

Like they used too

But instead bump into me

None of them ski

The kids are fat and happy

ALL I SEE AROUND ME ARE YOUNG WOMEN

Where are the women my own age?

Are they all dead?

MY DAD'S PORCELAIN TEETH

Is yellowing in a un-teethlike manner

I think it is because he smiles a lot

SATURDAY AT THE SPA

I shower
Standing in the snot and the shudders of a thousand men

We are not so different you and I
In every truth, there is a grain of joke

Later, back home
You spit my semen out of the fourth floor window
And we call it a day

MY BODY, MY RULES

Keep your laws of my body
My body is a temple

See the statement in long hair
Hear the voice in bitten nails
See opinion as cancerous brains
Belief, as milk teeth, a childhood thing

Quickly donned, quickly discarded
Embryonic
A fleshy garment

Flesh falls from my rotting bones
Eyelid, foreskin and soo

Take my hand, Narcissi. Ideologue. Toy
But keep your body of the law
Decay is the only constant

I AM THE HEGEMONIC MALE

I'm to schooled for cool
I've only dreamt of being a girl, as a child
I've only had sex with men, while on drugs
I've only been assaulted, in my twenties
I never manipulate, I force

I have terrible experiences
Life is terrible
Racist motivated sex is better IRL
I have terrible thoughts, only made bearable by being shared
My bearings can withstand more violence than most
Superior means to be alone
I identify with the problem

Us whites need to stick it to each other

I only fight people stronger than me
I have no enemies
I am no longer your protector