Lola-lovely-Manola
stuffs chestnuts from the park
in the pockets of her brown jacket.
She's the type of girl
who believes in astrology
and wears socks that don't match
on purpose.
She says chestnuts emit good energy.

Lina-bug-eyed-Malina
came sad to class the other day.
It was the type of sad
where the glass has been filled up
and when you try to drink it in one go
you can't speak and go silent.
She doesn't want to talk.

So imagine the surprise Malina felt
when she took of her coat at home
and found a chestnut had been slipped
into her pocket.
"A transition of beleif and love"
she called it.

My body is sacred.
More sacred than the holiest
of the places
I've posed in front of
with my family
in photos.

My bones carry a structure
with a bad posture
from never having been
completely held up
in a proper position while reading.

My muscles are working
with the vitality of a young person
who does not enjoy working out
and keeping fit
unless the burden of pressure
is eased by the water
I enjoy to swim in.

The organs which keep me alive
are damaged somewhat
by my unhealthy habits
but are still
keeping the holy magic
of being so painfully alive
going.

The tissues that cover me
have been a curios decoration
for my life's entirety.
My skin has felt the eyes
of the people that tried
to turn it to a commodity,
the eyes who have tried
to call it obscene and cover it,
the eyes who have tried
to fetishize it,
the eyes who have never noticed it.

And my body's an abbey
where only my cells are allowed
to live in permanently.
And for as long as that's so
no one can shame it.
Or me.

Milly laid out
brown paper bags from the delli
opened wide on her doorstep.
Ivy put plastic containers
with the lids off
on her windowsill.
Milly told me she was catching
the last rays of sunshine.
Ivy said she was collecting rainwater

Quite the weirdest sensation it is.
Ordering a table for one.
Sitting alone.
Not talking about anything.
Just reading a book.
Hearing the woman from the opposite table
say to her friend
that it requires a lot of courage
to eat alone in a restaurant.
Why thank you!
I practice my courage everyday.

It was exactly her 54th birthday
when she told me she had superpowers.

She was  sitting cross legged
doing her make-up.

Her bleached hair was in a ponytail
and eyeshadow dust was falling on her tracksuit.

She smacked her lips and
looked me dead in the eye.

She said she was Reality Woman
because she could mold reality.

She said once she found out
she practiced everyday.

She would yell everyday in the mirror
ever since she was 14.

She would yell she was wonderful
in the morning and evening.

And after it became reality and people told her so too
she would continue.