Drink her in, down your throat Cold milk honey On your knees Let him fill you with life Stop tensing your legs, gripping, resisting Reaching for completion Peel back that skin Rip the scab off When the darkness overcomes her She no longer panics. Curiosity arises She says Yes To every outcome She says Yes
She keeps looking for Her Everywhere she is not. In the climbing. The unending stairs of masculine success She fills up and spills out Climaxes Mines herself for further resources She puts on her makeup and pretty dresses and wonders where the dull ache is coming from The ache is what’s actually calling her home.
Every new announcement Feels like another strike across her already bloodied back There are no steps On the path to awakening There is only descent She must enter the dirty tunnel It is open. It begs to be felt She sees the death of her grandmothers She pours the water Into the next cup Lifts her hair Off her sweaty neck
A festering rebirth She gathers her limbs, looks at where they lie Blood, pus, scabbing She knows she did not create this and yet it is there. It has things to teach her, with its pockets of sensitivity Its walls, its blocks she cannot see through She feels almost there. The earth cries beneath her feet She wants to See Sometimes she imagines it is
I cannot eat When I am already full When the smoke drips down the trees And I am overflowing with their tears My heart has dissipated I ask the trees if they are crying For their brothers and sisters, Down the west coast As usual, they say no The trees are unfazed, by orange and grays. They know this, already. They are
The pulse of the earth Is what you are missing Connection to your body Not superficial, but The deep feminine Knowing The beating of each leaf Throbbing on each branch The swirls on your fingertips The bleeding of your womb, out between your thighs The nectar of wildness The lies of beauty Or, the beauty of the
Buses with only one person on board All fares free City sidewalks empty I’ve heard that the only two times global warming slowed were when the Cold War happened and the stock market crashed I wonder if this is another It’s eerie, almost But the birds are louder I wonder, if all stores if all systems Shut Down Would that be sad?
Queen of the underworld She ate pomegranate, took the darkness inside her She became it The crows, unconcerned will be happy to eat our bodies when they fall The earth is responding She is hitting reply to the rape She is posting about the amount of destruction She is not angry, just giving back equal energy Humans they think they are
You’re drowning in the news It sucks you in, like quicksand but you chose it maybe This piece of you was already here Waiting, underneath the surface the part of you that knows the earth is dying, humans are already dying It jumps at the opportunity to scream apocalypse Order an emergency kit Order food for thirty days Just in case,
Tell your partner when you self-pleasure Not because he owns your body, but because you do. Touch yourself slowly, deeply, lovingly Have long orgasms, and quick ones Spend hours, spend seconds Soak your sheets. Say, I’m going to self pleasure in the other room, now Not because I don’t love you but because I love myself, and sometimes I want to remind myself