Fat Bottom Girl Said What

Love Dormancy

Always rough around the edges

hardened by life

still seeking asylum in strong arms

where she can be soft

she allows him in

only to be burned again

wondering what she did wrong

always feeling like she’s paying the piper

for unknown tunes

she doesn’t remember dancing to

her heart now buried so deep

no sunlight will reach it

to entice even a bud of love

Victory Red

Kiss me

like I want to be

need to be

kissed

like it’s January 1942

and we don’t know

if we’ll ever have another kiss

my Victory Red lipstick

staining your lips

the wool of your uniform

scratching my powdered cheek

our words

declarations of love

promises of letters

hanging in the cold air

as you board the train

Backseat Metaphors

No matter how much you wanted to be 

the girl with the prom date

you were the girl fucking anonymous guys 

in the backseat of cars

Always searching for love

in men who would never love you back

Trying to prove your worth

never enough

or always too much

so you settled for the fucking instead of the dating

until the lines of disappointment and rejection

settled in your face

etched so deeply

they stole your smile away

Foolish girl

Bankrupt Egos

my words mean nothing

in a world filled with

tits pussy ass

they are lost

among the white noise of the internet

a filtered photoshopped existence

of perfection

in spike heels

all signs of womanhood

shaved covered concealed

the things we resort to

when in need of quick cash flow for bankrupt egos

constructed concepts

no longer flesh and bone

but merely one dimensional fodder

for spank banks

I am the realness

which makes your dick go limp

as I am unable to be

something I am not

Beautiful Lies

I will myself not to think

of your lips on mine

my head upon your shoulder

because you don’t want me

so I tell myself I don’t want you

but my heart doesn’t deal in realities

it likes to imagine what might be

while my head is harsh

it berates me

tells me how unworthy I am

flogs my self-esteem mercilessly

until my heart seems no longer capable

of producing any joy

real or imagined

I’M NOT STUPID

I scream at the mirror

who would ever love

this face

this body

I knew I never stood a chance

I knew you lied

when you called me beautiful

but my heart believed it for a moment

and it was nice

Organ(ic) Fertilizer

Once again

I allowed my heart

to get weighed down with feeling

always knowing in my head

that nothing good could come of it

and it seems my head was right

so my heart turns in on itself

crumpling like a sheet of paper

to discard as so much waste

there will be no recycling

as it’s past the point of usefulness

coffee stains

too many notes scribbled upon it

smears and smudges

where a hand blurred wet ink

toss it in the burn bin

strike the match

let it be potash

Notice of Beneficial Occupancy

you’ve taken residence in my heart

though I doubt it’s what you intended

(or I imagined)

and it happened as easily as you walking in and sitting down

filling up the space

with all you are

Laundry Day

I do your laundry

because it makes me feel close to you

The labors of your day embedded

in the fibers

I pull your shirt from the dryer

And hold it to my nose and breathe you in

It’s all there

your dedication

your off-kilter smile

your quiet reassurance

So I smile as I fold it and place it in the basket

just as you encircle my waist with your arms

and kiss the back of my neck

giving me all the thanks I need