sort out how to be kind to yourself
marry the purest soul you can find
who you also want to have *** with
everything else is workable

I wonder how many have run from God because they were offended by the godlessness of a man or church claiming to represent Him?

I’ll tell you a secret
when I was a child I too thought my mother vapid and naive
to look so contentedly
while the whole world was burning

I remember the loneliness of youth and
I too drank deeply of the collective sorrows
simmering pain insidious in the veins
it languished there eating me away
and when he left I lay on the grave of my lover begging to be taken

I was not transported so I stood, walked back with snow-kissed coat and hair-
womb swole with a helpless soul I left my girlhood there

resolving to create a new reality
in which I was happy enough for all of us
and life flowed freely from my lips watering every garden I tend
so darling this is where we exist

burn the desks
break the pencils
life’s the teacher,
nature her classroom
we don’t need your rules
your systematic failures
the children are free now
we will protect them

I wish I could tell all the sad-eyed girls who keep trying to love the broken ones:

it may seem like chasing the hardest love is magic like nothing else on earth can come close to the need in your bones

no one has ever loved another in the way that you love him; it is something of utmost worth, to be preserved at all costs

there is finally good reason for the ache in your heart and it is harder to leave than to press on

but I promise you this is only a lesson, not a destiny

and if you will not grow through the despair you will live there cursed in an endless reel

step away now

I walk toe-to-toe towards the water, the pier casting its shadow overhead

“but do you know, the sharks feed at dusk?” the nameless boy staring says

I tip my head back and laugh loud, blonde hair flowing to my waist

and throw my clothes off in the sand running naked to the edge

I dip a foot then jump into the sea, swimming out where I can’t hear his screams

dorsal fins do not scare me; I rather be alone with the marine life anyway