kitty-parson
American
Kitty Parson was born at home in an unextraordinary ranch house in the Pacific Northwest. After Kitty was kidnapped at a young age, her mother lost her mind and, upon Kitty's return, abandoned her other children, took her youngest daughter and went to live in the wilderness of the Olympic Peninsula. Often left alone for days at a time, Kitty learned to hunt, fish, and gather wild foods, and in the long empty hours entertained herself by composing poetry, often heartbreaking in its loneliness. / / Now an internationally internet-famous published poet and an independent artist, Kitty tends her three dogs, four turtles, and flock of chickens in a rustic bungalow in Oregon, while writing moving and articulate poetry that is often addressed to her imaginary boyfriend "Daddy". / / Kitty is currently working on an upcoming volume of poetry titled "Throw All Ex-Boyfriends Into the Ocean", publication date TBA.
On the floor, on the door
On the library's padded chair
Why are these things moist?
What did I just step in
Why is my sock wet now
Where did that spot come from?
These are things that actually
I don't care to speculate about.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
I am fond of "Spackle"
and all "ackle" words.
That makes him cackle
and it tickles my tackle
I scream like a grackle
and my ******* crackle
which raises some hackles.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
I hope she body-checks your heart
And leaves you feeling broken
I hope she jogs a jaunty jig
Upon the remnants of your ego
Makes you feel confused and lost
And wondering where you can go
The answer is straight to hell.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
There you were on your camo Kawasaki
Riding leathers on, in racing position
Pacing the metallic beige Subaru
Pacing the vintage blue Volvo
Pacing me, in the back seat,
Hungover.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Put on some ******* sunscreen,
white boy
Put on some ******* sunscreen
now.
Your people are fragile flowers
you need
protection.
Pull up your ******* pants,
white boy.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
Not even kidding.
I have been in the throes
of a sort of mid-life crisis,
because I can't have
any more babies.
I ******* LOVE BABIES
My best friend is pregnant
right now. Soooo pregnant.
It's ******* adorable.
And I, I am unable to have
ANY MORE BABIES.
BUT I LOVE BABIES.
No **** you guys,
I really like to have babies.
I am *******
GOOD AT HAVING AWESOME BABIES.
My ****** was like
baby ******* paradise.
And I just had
a miniature midlife crisis
over the fact that
I had to use the word
"was" right there.
If I still had that ******
I would be forced
to use multiple layers
of protection
to ward off fertilization, and
MORE BABIES.
I LOVE BABIES.
I can gestate like a ************
Oh wait, maybe
more like a ****** mother,
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
******* BABIES!
And when I give birth,
I do it kamikaze style,
with only a couple minutes
notice for the attending physician.
BLINKED? OH NO, SORRY
DR. ************
YOU ******* MISSED IT!
Back when I had a ******
like last year,
I was fertile
like a thing that is incredibly fertile.
You had to put an army
between me and my ******
or some **** would go on
and I would be all,
oh! A new kid!
That's inconvenient!
But man,
you know,
you birth a child,
it's insanely difficult
on a level incomprehensible
to anyone who hasn't done it,
you work through it.
And then ******* hell,
you're the mother
of 3 teenagers
and your very productive
****** is all
**** YOU, SERIOUSLY?
And you put it out of
your misery, and then,
a few months later,
you think
it would be nice to have another baby.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
When we were 25
all night was eight minutes
Now that we're 55
he really means all night.
Pass the **** baby
I'm getting chafed.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Cuddling after ecstasy
the sheets are soaked
Baby, you're a squirter?
Nope, just incontinent
good thing for bed pads.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Dancing with you
last night was fun
we must dance again
With fewer clothes on
Horizontally
Oh yes! Sweaty
summer dancing.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
Under a receding hairline
His blue eyes charm me
gazing up to meet mine
gray moustache mingling
with my silver ***** hair.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC