"bendier" poems
i am cold in a winter that isn't
so much like winter
i am frozen in the idea of magazines
thinspo
and whatever the opposite of that is
it is still encouraging
i want a ballerina body
i want to surround myself in water and green tea
avocados
i want to be bendy
well, bendier
i want collar bones to push out
ribcage to jut out
thin arms
thin waist
i am tired of stretchmarks and sadness
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
It seems so that we've found out that God
is a woman with a long neck and golden hair
She was softer bendier smoother around the edges than anyone else before
That's why I would call what I did with her a privilege, a pilgrimage
more than a divine service
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC