Kelsey Martinez visits the glory hole at the local Vons
Every afternoon at 3:00
He fills holes in attempts to fill his holes
And walks away a little more empty
With a sharpie on the inside of the stall door he writes
This is The John Wilkes Booth

The ways we **** sometimes kills us inside

Moriah Carter lost her virginity hesitantly
like a semi heterosexual cowboy
Riding *******
Because sometimes we just can’t look our lovers in the face
She knows how sometimes we are objects
Just a means to an end

Amanda Lee Van Zetten thinks about the day she was conceived
How if her parents had done anything besides missionary
Might she have been born differently
How passion might be lost in translation

Do not lose us in translation
We are not math or language
Not some secret cuneiform
We are simple structures of bone and breath

Just ask Kacie Brumley
Who lays awake some nights
Translating her body like braille
The Kafka transformation into blindness
Fingers like antennae
Response like music

We moan like music
We **** like music

I **** like music
There is ***** soul in these *****

If you don’t **** like music
Go to your nearest guitar center
Plug yourself into the nearest distortion pedal
And
Rrrrrrrreeeeeeevvvvive yourself

Remember Janelle Gibson
Who dances like a slow hurricane
Whipping sweat like beach water
To wash away sandy rough places
She knows how to spread the wet

Or Jennifer Smith
Whose body is a fire most days
And she wants someone to kiss her
On the blue part of the flame
She knows how it’s hard to find someone
Willing to touch you like they won’t be burned

Touch us like you know how to put out our fires
But won’t
All this flame is show
All this fire is just some unrequited glow
So you can still see us against a dying sunset

Jaimee Sanders
Is fine ******* in the dark
Knows that we really are like insects
How we feel passionate and blind while the lights are out
But the minute the sun breaks the blinds
We scatter to some new dark space in shame

Forget having perfect bodies
And ******* with the lights out
We are sunsets
That don’t sit well
Like bedrooms in the dark
We are shameful passion

Just don’t regret me in the morning

Toffer doesn’t regret me
After that one night so many years ago
He knows as well as we do
How often we are just fleshy strands of light
Flayed down to some simple structure
Of bone and breath
And the need
To be needed

I want to want someone so badly
Thinking about them helps me sleep at night
He said

So know this
We are fire
And we **** like music
And we **** like shame
And we **** like insects in a dark room

This is how we ****
And it feels good

i feel so big
when i used to feel so small,
i feel like a tyronasaurs-rex
having tyronasaurs-***
and that ain't all,
when i used to feel so small
i wouldn't come out,
would not come out at all.
remember the time
that you were a train wreck
and i helped you to bed,
i scared away all the monsters
that were in your head.

© 2012



All Rights Reserved 2012

Because it’s your smile, and your eyes
That’s all I need, to decide,
Who I want to be with for the rest of my life
Who I want to proudly shout out and say, “she’s my wife”
And you’re the only woman left, who I wanna call misses right
The only woman out there who I think about at night
The only woman out there who’s worth all the fight
See I’m not lookin’ for ***
Don’t want you as my ex
Cause baby when we together
Me and you?!...we CONNECT
Like toast and eggs, like butter and bread
I’ll make this all if you want, I’ll make you breakfast in bed
Then you can work it out while you runnin’ through my head [lol]
But the love we once had is makin’ me all red
Cause I’m over here mad at myself
And I’m over here thinkin', "how can this girl forget the feelings we've felt?"
I have no direction because I’m lost without your help
Like ice outta the freezer I fall apart and I melt
Down, when you’re not around
My heart leaps outta my chest and crashes straight to the ground
And it always killed me to see you frown
I was supposed to be your king until I threw away the crown
I messed up, but I’m sorry
I apologize to you right now and you won’t ever have to worry
About the past, because we’ll keep it in the past
And this break up we have right now? we can throw it in the past!
Cause I want me and you to last
I want your kids to call me, “dad”
And I someday hope to have the 3rd part of my name, your last...

come back to me...

If he's a cheater.
And he very well might be.
But there's no guarantees that he won't make you happy.
His wicked ways.
Just might have made him change.

Listen to your heart.
Before you decides to walkaway.

Friends and so call experts.
Loves to state what they would do?
As if they hadn't been played for a fool.

This  is your life.
And it's up for you to chose.
So listen to your heart.
It will send a message correctly to you.

We all have lost games that we can never win.
But like many mistakes in life we make.
We get out and try it again.
To prove we more confired about making the right choice.

Advisers means well.
Many are sincere.
Except, they wants to just say it was the right thing to do.

Just remember.
They aren't in your shoes.

Your decision to be.
Was yours to make?
Still you hide in that closet afraid of what people might say?

Notice the way the rich hides behind image of protection.
Only coming out after their true fame is gone.
Proclaiming they now feel free to admit.
That the life they lived was a fabrication of a lie.

That either he liked him.
Or she liked her.
As if being gay by choice.
Was their only reasons to rejoice.

Others loves to use scriptures only for certain things.
When the message God is love?
Is edited and turned around.

If gay.
Be proud be firm.
Always realize you can turn your life around.
If one day you seek to change.

Because it was a choice you made to be you.
And that is a decision that came honestly from you.
To love one of your kind.
Against the thoughts of others that loves to victimize.