Thursday, July 6, 2017

I want to be the Sally to your Rusty. 

why I can't have close relationships with my family members

I once overheard my 42 year old brother tell a friend of his that women over 45 are no longer attractive.

My mother once said she wished she never had kids.

My sister yells a lot but denies that she yells.

The same day I heard my brother say that women over 45 are not attractive he also said there's nothing wrong with trying anything once...except homosexuality.

My father once when he hit me, I asked him why he hit me, and my sister said it was a joke.

My sister smokes but denies that she smokes.

Women are beautiful. My brother is an idiot.

I guess I see her point.

My sister needs someone to talk to. I think that would help.

I think everyone's born a little queer but some people are easier to socialize than others. Curiosity is healthy.

I wish my father never hit me.

People should only smoke weed or herbal blend cigarettes.




new rules

No phone between the hours of 10 am and 10 pm unless absolutely necessary.

I do not work for free but I volunteer with joy and enthusiasm.

A vacation must be taken every season.


from the archives

I know when I know

I know my teeth are starting to rot.
Every morning I wake up and the film
lining my teeth feels like acid.

As a grown woman, I find it amusing that my mother
reminds me to shower and that my man asks for shaved legs
in order to celebrate birthdays, holidays,
anniversaries the proper way.

Sometimes I smell.
Yet I'm expected to cater.
Pigs in a blanket, mixed drinks, mood music.
It's atmospheric pressure.

Caligula knew how to party
but unfortunately lacked the skills
to communicate frustrations and
bad days at the office.

I know the disjointed quality of being human.
the desire to be good and bad in perpetuity
And I know for sure-
so sure I'd bet my rotting teeth

he's in heaven
organizing
yet another
comparatively innocent orgy.


...
written circa 2000
edited 2017



Monday, May 15, 2017

Grimm

I never sing twice for nothing. 

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

to addison

we're made up of 100 suns

from head to toe

bursting and dying

I wish I could take back
all the times I hurt you.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

mental illness i will destroy you