Kitty Parson Aug 2014

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.

Kitty Parson Nov 2013

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 panties crackle
which raises some hackles.

Kitty Parson Nov 2013

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.

Kitty Parson Sep 2013

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.

Kitty Parson Jun 2013

Put on some fucking sunscreen,
white boy
Put on some fucking sunscreen
now.
Your people are fragile flowers
you need

protection.
Pull up your goddamn pants,
white boy.

Kitty Parson Jun 2013

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 FUCKING LOVE BABIES

My best friend is pregnant
right now. Soooo pregnant.
It's goddamn adorable.
And I, I am unable to have

ANY MORE BABIES.

BUT I LOVE BABIES.

No shit, you guys,
I really like to have babies.

I am fucking

GOOD AT HAVING AWESOME BABIES.

My uterus was like
baby goddamn 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 fucker,
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 motherfucker.
Oh wait, maybe
more like a fucked mother,

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

GODDAMN 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. MOTHERFUCKER,
YOU FUCKING MISSED IT!

Back when I had a uterus,
like last year,
I was fertile
like a thing that is incredibly fertile.
You had to put an army
between me and my cervix,
or some shit 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 fucking hell,
you're the mother
of 3 teenagers
and your very productive
uterus is all

FUCK 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.

Kitty Parson May 2013

When we were 25
all night was eight minutes
Now that we're 55
he really means all night.
Pass the lube, baby
I'm getting chafed.

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