the purge

rush through recycled bags on a trip from winter minds.
how words through an epileptic
ride leave their glide on my tip. we ran home on the
verge of splinters, as i had every edition of the dictionary sprawled on its back.
flip the script - pages wired on
tiles,
in the bathroom i lay
careful of my lips to
kiss minefields.

look, my body is perfectly dressed
for a flashback
into you. and like a bulimic, there are battles
to clean from the insides.
heaving stocks of verses into plots of grim.
stains with evidence
on sight. a wipe from dirty and all remains white.
calculate the timing
immaculate. with the right hour i purge onto
overlapping lines - like no room elsewhere
will ever be found.

all the years on the clock strike dehydration. too
long a poem to count each hope.
the way of flower stems to mimic veins, on my hands, roots hold
wreckage ripped into pleasure.
and bodies of work in volumes of nutrients,
blood flow, white cells to regenerate the
mind from its own war.
the rubble of makeup of years.
not the be all end all
as i have years
to make the end fall to my satisfaction.

important >>>>

"I grew up hard and am still hard and I don’t care. I did not choose this face or this body and I have learned to live with it and love it and celebrate it and adorn it with tremendous drawings from the greatest artists in the world and I feel good and powerful like a nation that has never been free and now after many hard won victories is finally fucking free. I am beautiful and I am finally fucking free.

I fly my flag of self-esteem for all those who have been told they were ugly and fat and hurt and shamed and violated and abused for the way they look and told time and time again that they were “different” and therefore unlovable. Come to me and I will tell you and show you how beautiful and loved you are and you will see it and feel it and know it and then look in the mirror and truly believe it. If you are offended by my anger and my might at defending my borders and my people you do not deserve entry into my beloved and magnificent country."

— Margaret Cho

Hamartia  \   noun \   (hah - mahr -TEE -uh)
:       tragic flaw

wisdom for your fancy

"whenever anyone has called me a bitch, i have taken it as a compliment. to me, a bitch is assertive, unapologetic, demanding, intimidating, intelligent, fiercely protective, in control — all very positive attributes. but it’s not supposed to be a compliment, because there’s that stupid double standard: when men are aggressive and dominant, they are admired, but when a woman possesses those same qualities, she is dismissed and called a bitch.

these days, i strive to be a bitch, because not being one sucks. not being a bitch means not having your voice heard. not being a bitch means you agree with all the bullshit. not being a bitch means you don’t appreciate all the other bitches who have come before you. not being a bitch means since eve ate that apple, we will forever have to pay for her bitchiness with complacence, obedience, acceptance, closed eyes, and open legs."

Margaret Cho

Anoesis \ noun \ (an·o·e·ses)
: consciousness that is pure passive receptiveness without understanding or intellectual organization of the materials presented