SilverMirroredMoon

I think I’d like to    converse  with the Moon;   Swing in a hammock as the sun warms the other side of the World; Dance in a field of stars and         soft-pulsing fireflies so dense that my eyes   burst into flame,         painlessly and with brilliance beyond   what we know. Oh, August in itself:   harp strings, silk, and warm water!   mercury and flag waves!         I’d like to sleep – laze beside human existence who wouldn’t mind the  hazy crisp of sky-air and the    nostalgia of it all. In my mind, simple and round would the moments be:      salt-shaker specks and heavy eyes,

I. It is first Because, one day, They carved human nature into the ceiling. Their sandals trudged through the sullen and milky clouds underneath, tears falling upward to bitten nails as They scrape-scratched away. The treads held secret lip-tilts, but the ground held whispers and shady eyes. For II. As They went, Too many provocative lines seemed cast in such an innocent act. Yet We arrived gracelessly, zigzagging backwards through light and colorless hue. The guards played eights on Our cheeks with sudden haste (as it goes). We became. III. And We grew, Because forty winks were always too many for eager schoolchildren. Our toes s

I want to use my hands. I want to pump blood like churning butter and read pulses like a metronome, I want to run full speed behind and feel seventy-eight percent nitrogen stinging the tips of my ears. I will run ninety miles per hour backwards. My ninety God-given pounds will lead me through ninety degree air, ninety degree angles around the sidewalks and the nine-hundred mile high mountains I will pass. The sun will beat my shoulders like a man to his wife leaving strawberry-field bruises clothing won’t let me forget. I have power. I will feel it through my limbs, my hands – my hands will swim through your anger, t

i am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush. my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person. i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall. the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing yes but he only hears a nod and ther

Yes, I Have A Penis Do not assume (if I hold the door for you), that I am making a statement about your inabilities to open the door for yourself. If you hold it for me, I'll say 'thankyou'. Do not assume (if I pay for the meal), that I am underestimating your earning capacity as a woman. If you invite me out for a meal, you're paying. Do not assume (if I defend your rights), that I am belittling the attempts that you have made to defend your rights yourself. If you defend my rights, I'll consider you human.