My eyes were drawn to the strangers’ belly, full with fetus
Three non mothers exclaimed “No way a baby exists in there”
Such a tight cubicle of vessels exchanging fluids even kicking
She will have this child and then it will move far away, separate
As she grows old there will be a birthing of the story of their oneness
There at the outdoor market was a urn full of white peacock feathers.
Should I buy them to add to my melanated collection, there in my bedroom?
It took a eerily long time to walk away without one that afternoon, $2 each.
A few days later in a film, science vs, the white peacock was her symbol of the
Soul, perhaps to pass from one life time to another, with windows to Soul.
Funny Story
My sister had no children and kind of critiques mine
I sent her a photo that said “Kate’s Latest”
She responds Eeeewwww! I can’t even tell which body part that is!
Kate is a talented tattoo artist and this is some guys back
Her boyfriend’s father said upon looking at a photo “Your dog is ugly!”
Holy Crap just telling me the story made her eyes bug out
We are so funny, with our brains as body part, part masochist
Men talk about it all the time in a way that makes me want to drink!
The uglier the Son of A Bitch is the more he talks about pretty pretty.
Some day I will find that blind man I have yearned for all these years
He will tell me how my soul shines and how my laughter reels him in
Those black shackles will be on display at the Wash., Black museum.
Notice that she has to buckle herself at the ankles in order not to topple.
This kind of bartering sex for security is not a slave trade I’m willing to make.
He said he outgrew Shaman practices and I tried to make an esoteric joke,
but it fell on his cold, judgmental, imprisoned heart and I became free of him.
Star read my Tarot cards yesterday at the Psychic Faire
Eeeny Meany Miney Moe, what makes people less cookoo?
His sign said “Brief Psychotherapy for Adults” so she’ld know
I believe a cheese burger and a chocolate shake works better
Your PHD and all that experience analyzing will not help.
Just fill in this form for me, so we can cash in on your name.
Small creatures have nervous natures, stick to routines
Don’t wonder far from the safety of home, fuss a whole lot.
My Astrologer gives me ultimate permission
to be voracious. To be fed on praise and peace.
Hungrier than usual to be fed with privledges.
Engorge myself on pleasures and perks. Sweet.
Amputating a leg would be easier
than when I miss my garden.
Taking the tour
I admire her history with these perenials,
grieving my displacement and failures.
She plots the death of the peonies that sag,
usurped by a variety that will hold their own,
progress, whatever.
Bloomed here last month, right now in Santa Fe
Next month in Taos and then June in Chama
The cold weather delays a spring like that.
Now that my father is being incorporated into
an ant hill, I feel as if I will be forever chasing
the good memories, just because the bad ones
just like to show up whenever I am needing warmth.
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