There are worse places, little girl. Worse hells. This isn’t one of them. There are depths you haven’t yet seen, where the dive alone would **** you. The sea monster of my depths, curled still, and waiting, waiting for me. I imagine his hand on my ***. I imagine all the trespasses I would never let happen (never again). There is the scene of the crime— I’ll be there once again— I’ll take a photograph of it again— where he knew, despite the hand that he let caress its way downward, despite his fingers that fumbled towards ecstasy, he knew— he knew that he never should have touched me.
The conversation about consent should have started a long time ago.
In the silence, of this afternoon, they arrive, ready to feed children who wait in nest high above. Their high whistle dancing, pierces the soundscape These mejiros--yellow with sharp white eyes, Comb through hibiscus bush Finding a meal Hidden within Like parrotfish Munching through coral reef,
I sit under tree listening,
Abruptly The seashells to my mind Fill with shrill sounds Of mothers scolding monsters, A quickening-- Their white eyes dart like fearful squid flying through brushy undercurrents. Underneath, The small lion cat Stalks the Hungry sounds In the bush
the Hungry looking for Hungry
Mejiros fill the landscape here, they are active feeders and singers of this tropical landscape. I played with metaphors from the land and from the sea--reflecting on Hawaiians who match something from the earth and something from the sea.
Everything plus-minus, Venus, I beg you to sponge me All her fishes Swim to surplus and I imagine John and all the people living in peace but your niece looks like Octopus A priority the postman comes Again twice got sponged paid another wet your palate price
His sturdy strong legs Milkman diary but so many legs But not enough time Seattle rain dating site of Squid She said to put a lid on it With such fluid of water legs
They can really swim Diet of fish my mask had holes Swiss cheese lace The golf game hole in one sponge I am home cooking Calamari all knifed inside like Samkari Uncle Sam Sponged in with a lady in her Mercedes
All squid-crabmeat Those fish cakes water crabby women town Sponge Bob aquarium what an age The college sorority took over the man's legs Colliegate Girly Fun side authority sponge me anytime no cell phone So precocious hair rinse game So fictitious legs so pompous showing Something always more flirtatious Sponge wet lips she thought things were clean delicious women why do we get devious wanting what others have You cannot share your way too jealous everyone became about the The next winner New Jersey Mrs. Cleaner not the dry ones joy luck don't press me out Club sandwich of legs Got sponged obnoxiously I Apple phones too much of a bite She got bugged things had to change They deleted everyone's name Those monstrous
Mother in laws belly buttons with gems rings of octopus Everytime the same things Octopus every October They were Cowboy riders And baked trio swingers Quickdraw Mcdonald burglar the gun always the silencer Those sponge ladies love to clean with their dancer's legs Hitting some ***** spots with her sponge Those octopus men muscles Leg lift Taylor Swift Men love their leggy eating muscles Snake eyes of Venom That jellyfish way too clean lemon Those surrenders and wet calender reminders They got suspicious email But lemons are the climate Of October clean Halloween became beyond nasty Thirteen sides slippery Got slimy at the Door concert Jimmy with his Morris(sons) Octopus Octopus caused a vigorous scene smashing pumpkins There is no science to an Octopus and sponge But she loves her computer and it was an infectious disease She was overly had obsessive-compulsive behavior
Cleaning it with her sponge Eating her blueberry sponge cake big mistake She became on this sugar leg kick really sick Aggressiveness So reckless or Metamorphosis Wheres her thesis What a day for the sponge to be doomed with curses Sponge talk ***** lounge Cafe with mud packs Dilemmas
Sponge sticking to Mamas Octopuses garden wanting to hold your hand The Beatles pin cushion shaped; like an Octopus needles I am the Walrus all doodles Meretricious appliances Her child had Octopus performance What allowances
Woodstock New York The concerts heavy rained on Purple haze Octopus You needed to ring it out on the clothesline This felt like a pipe dream The Octopus needed more money
All burlesque Cher legs I got you Sponged The seamstress what madness The butterfly lost her wings Hannibal all Octopuses cannibal They were sewed into the Octopus picnic outing Salads calamari tomato rotten Got crush from her leggy
Going out of the country but I cant back down Tom Petty got sponged with a million buggies Dr. Seus Octopus in the hat Her legs got flat That's a Jerry Mcquire Hire Octopus got so baked I wonder who made the fire
Got sponged into something but the Octopus is everything too leggy feel the buggy but how much time do we really have make it leggy and get into this action
Welcome to the meat shop Where arms and legs dangle from the top, Where discarded fats ooze from the lid Of a metal bin and a giant squid Is sneaking out through the crack near the back door.
And the floor is ***** and slippery like butter Oyster juice stained the buttons on the cash register. Aunty comes with her butcher knife. She’s about to chop the life Out of that carp. She misses! And swears.
Her finger, clean cut, and bounces off the floor. My lord! Blood sputters from her knuckle. The entire scene gives me a chuckle. And I wake up from my dream hungry.