Fat Bottom Girl Said What

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Archive for the month “December, 2017”


Although we have no place special to go

(except the bed)

I put lipstick on anyway

so you can see the trail my lips travel along your body

-the side of your neck

-the dip in your shoulder

-the skin above your 6th rib

-around your navel 

and down

(your Adonis belt a kissable constellation in the universe that is you)

and back up again

ending at your lips

me straddling you between my thick thighs

our bodies an antithesis

yours strong

where I need you to be strong

mine soft

where you need me to be soft

our pairing an anomaly to the outside world

but a comfort to each other among the tangled sheets

The Depth of Loneliness

I cried myself to sleep last night

tears pooling in the corner of my right eye

overflowing across the bridge of my nose

and into my left

and on down onto the pillow

Lonely runs deep

and burrows into my bones

as though it needs to feed on the marrow there

Hope isn’t a cure

but merely a sugar which feeds cells

already fat with melancholy

and you are far too beautiful for me

which pains me

since I still long to feel

your touch upon the small of my back

and trace my fingertips across your face

and press my lips to yours

Needle and Thread

You left me hanging by a thread

never one to tie up loose ends

you preferred to let it all unravel

and fall at your feet in a pile

Your life was a series of piles

piles of guilt

piles of shit

And god forbid you ever clean up your own messes

it takes courage to be the one to stay around

and mend things

and piece them back together

But then

you’re not me

I’m a seamstress of the broken

always believing I can repair

genetic codes reinforced by social systems

But I’m tired now

unable to reconstruct what rags I have left

so I drag it all into one pile

douse it with accelerant

strike the match

and watch it burn

pass the motherfucking marshmallows

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