MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017--part 69)
scent of the day: Nose Rest Day
*This is a portion of an ongoing mosaic poem called Made for You and Me. This portion is from the first installment: hive Being (Stanzas 2016-2020). More specifically, it is from the 2017 portion of that five-part work.
MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 69)
the film character who found the screen by which we view her
bless those hoes who develop crushes on their regulars
if who we elevate reflects who we are, we are fucked
the world becomes safe when you realize you could just kill yourself
gang rape, Mexican landscaping crew, had the whore take the rest of the night off
years of suffering in hope
the loudest voices chanting “no one is illegal” tend to live in neighborhoods where housing costs alone enforce borders more effectively than any wall
drugging your wife's smoothies and meals with antibiotics because of what you caught from a prostitute too young not to hit raw
institutional gaslighting: the shortest skirts and yet the man who stares is a perv—especially if, or even (now in the Orange hysteria) only if, he is white
mushroom-headed penises, it is who we are evolved to be on average: not so gay that we wind up wasting procreative loads in man-chimp ass, and yet gay enough not to feel squeamish about having a go at pussy already creampied by too many
psychic stripper
jealous that your sister gets touched instead of you, you stick fingers up her ass too
hot crack pipe versus waterbed
“get while the gettins good”—like the ass of the thanksgiving turkey
meeting every romantic partner in rehab
raped during the rape kit—a woman here, but same exact “Sssh”
would you still want your type if you healed?
the blessing of incarceration was finally getting the chance, through visitation hours, to talk to and understand his parents
a pussy sucker and pussy dicker good enough for her to tolerate your worst addictions
thank God for the mental reprieve of a hobby’s echoes in the middle of the nine-to-five: the soreness of your calves after yesterday’s leg day breaks you from today’s doldrums
