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Well that old band wagon creeps by so slow with its boomerang and cane pulling folks from each side of the curb. It’s misplaced in this metropolis but they don’t know it, following like children in night gowns whose bones become ridged as the Piper injects national alignment. They move like techno dancers in this newest dance craze soon they’ll be voting for the treasure chest,. working their way up the corporate step stool tossing crackers to India or Viet Nam. They will believe The Man when...

my appearance has hijacked my identity shhhhh . . . don't tell the americans they might bomb my fifth cousin (I hear she sleeps around!)

The Rinse Cycle Perhaps it was for shock value that they burned them; it was a different wash cycle then. They hung them out, on the line to hang and dangle; to let a cool draft stimulate their peaks. When we talk about them now (implanting silicone— lifting and parting them pertly— pulling and tucking— chipping away the bones worked meticulously to spread— without guilt— until knees stained green— the same as the earth the same as autonomy) we talk of milking and mechanics. The functionality...

Tarmac: My Coquette I didn’t turn the radio on, instead I listened. Listened to the road under the wheels of the car. Felt the vibration of the asphalt come through the equipment beneath me like it’s ardent ruts were thrusting into the folds of my vagina. Moist—listening harder & harder still, to catch phrases of paint shouting, waiting for sweet nothings—but they continued to talk dirty to me. Moving sharp snow was blinding, universal ejaculation spraying my [face—windshield] with the unforg...

Panties I don’t wear panties because I need to breathe. Because each time I try to inhale, the air is constricted when they are on. I cannot bear satin or lace there is nothing sultry about what I say, or think or move; no empowerment in concealing the door to my Self. Soft white cotton placed specifically perpetuating the rhetoric that my vagina should be pure and dry and untouched. Subservient fabric gathers and pinches in my folds, dictating my socialization, my pedagogy. I need to feel da...