PreferI prefer her naked,More Like This
in a not so sexual
almost always sexual
way and when she
lays on my bed after
I make her come,
she stares up at not
and I know
I made her
and that’s enough
I want to go home
but I’m still deciding
where that is.
She wants to go anywhere
as long as it is not where
she’s been before.
I frown and collect her
pages upon pages
of poetry from floor;
she moans for me
to come back to bed.
She gets along with my cat
and if that’s not true love
I don’t know what is.
I prefer her with her back
to me, in a not so vulnerable,
almost entirely vulnerable way.
I want to fuck her symmetry.
Her spine is something an artist
created when he wasn’t looking;
her ribs are like the ocean
and I want to die
in the undertow
like a scared child.
I am a scared child,
and she is
Disability Awareness 2013 The Glossary ProjectThe RealityMore Like This
A disability is understood as a physical, mental, or developmental condition that limits a person's movements, senses, or activities. A disability is more than an impairment or physical restriction though nowadays; the definition of disability has broadened to include mental and emotional states in recent years. July 14th is a day dedicated to bringing awareness to disabilities of all kinds. The day was started by a UK non-profit.
As I have said in a previous journal for Purple Day, I am very passionate about creating bridges of understanding. If you were to meet me it wouldn't be outwardly obvious that I am considered a person with disabilities, but I have photosensitive epilepsy, ADD, OCD, ODD, and HFA (or Asperger's), to name but a few of my conditions. I'm not alone. Worldwide,
EpitaphHer feet became so heavy that she left imprintsMore Like This
on the cement sidewalk in her neighborhood.
They dragged, they screamed and they refused.
She left her feet on the outskirts of the field
between her school and home. Huge, awkward
mounds of flesh. She left her disgrace; she left it
there and ran home. She wished she could fly,
take off from the ground into the air,
detached and free. She left herself out there,
but the rest was waiting at home.
Her heart became rotten with sickly insight
and it leaked between her fingertips, dripping
onto the carpet as she rushed it to her room.
It looked wilted in her palm. She hid
it under her floorboards, beneath her bed,
under her pillow so she could hear it at night,
beating and gasping. The angels dangling
from her ceiling didn’t say a word as they watched
her do it; the walls became quiet and withdrawn.
This place was compliant; it understood.
She hid herself under her floorboards.
Her sight became too murky, movement below
the surface of he