Enough.

You are enough.  You. The you that stands before the mirror and only sees flaws. You that wrinkles her nose at her stretch marks  Squeezes the fat on her stomach and imagines the knife of a plastic surgeon splicing and dicing it into the rock hard ab like stomach of 2006 Like a Boy Ciara …

Flowers.

He told you you’re the only flower in his garden and you believed him When have you ever seen a garden with just one flower? No blossoms and bursts or riots of colour Fighting against each other all vying for the attention of one.   When have you ever known flowers to come singly and…

Ojos y Piernas.

Ojos abiertos, piernas cerradas es que todo dicen pero solo a las mujeres ¿Don’t hombres have to keep their piernas cerradas también? Apparently not. Instead we give them condoms.   Ojos abiertos, piernas cerradas Only mujeres become embarazadas Entonces no digamos nada a los hombres. They catcall and whistle, they jerk off and sexually harry,…

How to reverse?

My life the cul-de-sac A perpetual dead end I keep banging into it Hoping for a change But it just never stops. It is relentless In its deadendness In its endlessness Its lifelessness When I was young, I imagined my life As a smooth paved road. With a stretch of highway for the easy bits…

Death, to the wild ones and things.

I used to be the one to go, now I’m the one that stays I was always ready like Freddy My suitcases never quite unpacked temporarily rested near the door patiently waiting to pass Go again I never asked or received keys, To the front door A useless waste, when I knew I’d be leaving…