i cant do this it’s perfect
obsessed with this
my absolute favorite.
Consider my body a canvas,
your tongue a brush.
You know how I feel about
blank pages,
open spaces.
Emptiness is there for you to fill it.
You have a lot of
catching up
to do.
I’ll come home barefooted in the dark, and it’s been raining and the sky is dripping from my lips and the edges of my dress and it’s okay, i’m okay i’m alright as long as the tea kettle is impatient on the stove and the sheets are numb to welcome me. I don’t need you to be there, it’s damp enough without you
Afterward, your father wants to convict you of murder, to charge you
as a killer. But what he does not realize is that you are only sixteen,
and when you went skinny-dipping three months in, the round pillow
of your stomach glowed in the river like the shell of an oyster,
except you were too…
I once went out for dinner with an atheist, and we didn’t pray
before the meal. Yet before the appetizers came, the breaded mushrooms
dipped in garlic oil, his mouth still tasted like holy wine.
In bed later, after the rich chocolate torte had settled in our stomachs,
we turned the lights off…
My neighbor just came out to her husband. They have been married for fifteen years and have three daughters. She has been in love with the same woman for five years but never once touched her skin. Never had the courage to explore the terrain of her sex. Terrified of what the neighbors would think.
Her neighbors are a rowdy house of queers women. They light bonfires and erect giant maypoles to celebrate the fertility of spring. They occasionally kiss each other. They sleep on the roof. They want a chicken coop but roosters are noisy and messy and illegal in the city. The neighbors might call the code enforcer.
The code enforcer lives across the street. He eats pastrami sandwiches every day and loves Bon Jovi. His wife is a dominatrix that he refers to as Mistress. She mows the lawn wearing black leather. Their boyfriend sleeps in the garage and works as a hair stylist. If he told his parents about the living arrangement he would be disowned.
His parents are retired and enjoy gardening and horseback riding. Recently, the mother has been wearing leopard print aprons and lace panties when she cooks. His father likes to have sex with her against the stove. She wants to scream until her grandmother’s china shatters in the cabinet. She doesn’t. She is terrified of what the neighbors will think.
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| — | Lauren Zuniga, Circle Drive (via un-gendered) |
