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 Sep 2013 Maeve
Julia Plante
femme
 Sep 2013 Maeve
Julia Plante
feminist?

to some it rolls off the tongue like the grit from last night's pork

you? a hair-covered, bra-burning, feminist?

no, feminism is not male-bashing, god-hating barbarianism. you are wrong.

feminism is fighting against the veiled warrior that is society's gender roles

walking down the street, a young woman is constantly harassed by cat-calls

behind walls, in stalls, she falls

the red lipstick she wore today

was not supposed to be her blood
 Sep 2013 Maeve
BB Tyler
Aphrodite
 Sep 2013 Maeve
BB Tyler
You share a namesake with Aphrodite,
the Sea,
that which sparks a flame inside me,
seeks to turn the waves to steam,
to drift away as if a dream upon waking,
to see that there truly is no breaking of hearts,
and to start the making of stars born to be us
through combustion.

The dust and rust on a cosmic sword
without a sheath is bequeathed again to the sea,
and the back and forth of wave and flame
rocks us to sleep;
where the steam weeps
and we meet.
 Sep 2013 Maeve
Molly Greenhood
It is me and you,
shuffling in cool dirt above shards
of glass that wait
for naked toes to dance.

A lover’s trance
waltzes towards the edge
of dawn.
Summer never ends
when beating hearts
warm sheets on
cold nights.

Eyes my sea.
Hair my beach.
I stand **** and
unafraid of oceanic
monsters, hidden
deeper than can be explored.

Let us explore and defeat!
Live in paradise!
Swim naked every night
beneath gazing stars which
linger above sunburned scalps,
tender with exotic dreams:

Wish for this to remain
perfect
untouched
more pure than
elements on tables
reminding us we are only
recycled symbols.

Misstep,
draw blood,
warm the soil.
It stings.

I think of bumping into
jellyfish on our beach
and
how to get rid of them
without disturbing
everything else.
 Sep 2013 Maeve
Julia Plante
01
 Sep 2013 Maeve
Julia Plante
01
you make me happy when I'm sad

you're the kind of person I want to eat small dinners with when I'm 30

talk about jobs and our separate lives

you're my un-romantic, platonic best friend soulmate

marry me as a friend

— The End —