Largeness
It’s a mighty fine word
        Until today, that is
That is, today as in society (nowadays)
We are
        “encouraged”
To be small.
        Small waist
        Small nose
        Small arms
        Tiny brain
They can’t handle this muchness
This lushness
They’re afraid of our size
The history of our hills
And mountains of skin
Lofty mountains
A landscape to make an artist sing.

But as they shove us into our
        Small shirts
        Skinny jeans
        Tiny shoes
They forget that this size, this extra-largeness
        Cannot be contained.

We’re busting out of here.
We’re claiming our space with our
        Large feet
        Large *******
        Huge hips
        Our love handles and our lard

Fear our stature
   Our sweetness
   Our ****** wiles
   Our swagger

We are deep people


Large women.

It hurts to love
To draw deep from the well
Of another’s spirit
To mix your own sweat with their
Sweetness
And taste
Something no one imagined
Together

Entwined
My hand still enthralled with yours
Even here
Even now
On this sickbed
I am nauseous with this viris:
The thought of losing you.




Soon I will be nothing but
bruises and holes





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I ............. I...............I
am.......... am.......... am
sic­k......... sick......... sick
of.............with
fear.........­ fear

We have always had small smiles to give each other
Small smiles which betray nothing

Nothing but our hearts.

do you remember me?
  I Am your cancer cell
malignant
  malicious
buried
  gorging

i am
your own poison
toxic to you
Alone
(“drink me,” it whispers)

peruse galleries of obscurity
nothing is right

i am
a kiss from your villain
a door with a crack
(letting darkness in)
a hesitant glance
a viscera-viewing mirror


and
remorse

I’ve Realized

Friends are
Complex things
or
Transparent things
A dragonfly wing
One layer with which
One shows you
One facet of
One face

Can you hear me if I don’t exist?




hhmmmmmmmmmmm

In that moment, just before despair
Words form their own unique cadence of light
That moment before literature and belief
(the literature of belief)
Where the light dawns
Even if just a spark
These things that change
An influx of influence
Fragments of thoughts and memories
(smell of the sea
Shining gold-spun tresses)
That fickle muse
A vessel of feathers
Expectations of things to come
How do you capture it?
How do you keep it?
How do you hold
Inspiration?

She sits in a red dress
That shows more of herself than she’d like.
She’s happily, newly married, but only for a while
Once the week is done she’ll hang up her dress
And sigh.
She waited for the unicorn
And has seen many ***** pass by.
She has seen the *** inside herself.

I linger, as in the night, as
Ghosts of arms surround me, as
they sigh and scream,


*In the clearing, the moon wanes soft as it greets the grass salted with tears
I reached out my hand, and -

I almost touched it.  *


“Hold on, hold on, wait for him
He is coming.”

I’ll stay no longer in this star-scarce company.
The roots of celestials have buried themselves in my heart
And galaxies have formed in my mind.
I find myself shooting amid suns.


*The unicorn turned into an ***
Before I could pull my hand away.

I am burned.  *

I am left waiting.