A cooler wind blows downOff Canadian planes, hits theWater and stalls.The season of scrolling ironGates revealing themselvesBehind baring treesIs near. And I find carcasses,Butterfly wings, rubbedRaw of color, everywhere.
Remember when youPled with me, to be ofSome fiber stronger?So that my color wouldNot come off at yourTouch. You wanted noResponsibility for feminineFragility. [...]
“winter always follows”
There’s a man painting the doorto my soul. It needs repairing,or at least redressing. And I see,
scrawled on a napkin, slantedprose inside the bathroom stall:“Warning: this is broken. Handle
with care, or the cover may comeoff!” I find humor in this sadness,passing my reflection on the dingy wall.
[...]
(I literally wrote this about 30 minutes ago. I don’t care if it’s no good yet, the concept needed to see the surface for a bit. It is an allusion to the sensations of a panic attack…)“Breathe”Swallowing pills, tiny, blue, white, yellow,I lay down and my body twiststo smoke, to choke itself, inside [...]
(perhaps for you, dear reader, this is a bit personal or controversial or icky. get over it. my musings take me where they will… 
“This is not Feminist Empowerment” (the pill dilemma)
I remember nowWhy I stopped takingThese rows upon rowsOf tiny blue pills
So I would not haveTo lamentThe loss of cellsthe emptiness [...]
“Ode to first feelings of Fall”
The tiniest hairsAlong my armsStand on endTo go outside
Cool and wetThe world is today
The first cicadasAnd dead leavesBelly-up on the pathFlapping wingsUntil beaten to death
Buzz buzzCrunchBuzz
The world isCool and wet today
A line of CanadaGeeseGoing home toMy own wombSpread the skyLike a tildeAbove some señorita’sName,like the trees:los arboles
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