papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

meateater 11/25/2009

Filed under: gender trouble,readable — paperslightertext @ 1:41 pm

like the looming limited building
that lurked near my childhood home
my public display case is fronting
the process of my work in progress.

& do the springers send me on my way?
the daisy chain which breaks my fall,
my endearing femaleness which paints me, fey,
my deviousness projected on the wall

for i’ve entered a serious arms race
a parabola peaks, my age disintegrates
proportionally to the way my voice breaks:

and if it hasn’t yet morphed into a sacred fat cash cow,
i’ll slaughter it, gut it, devour it- live in the now.

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