the day began with information overload.
took me in perverse reverse to a settled fairytale that suddenly felt more Grimm.
how do you do, past?
i have loved and said goodbye,
yet here you bring me headlines that turn the volume up on my aching tits.
only a bit of my heart screams.
maybe just the left ventricle.
joy pumps through most of the rest.
it's just the newly engaged was such a lovely swan
and could lick the salt on my skin with the softest of tongues.
(i believe angels kissed her mouth with lover's chap stick.)
i would offer to sing at the wedding,
but seeing her has always left me
crossing my legs.
she was the ink a poet's pen dips in.
once you dip,
you never forget.
she stains fingertips fluorescent.
(i just told a lass how she used to play tiger and growl into my neck.
sweet little bride.
oh tiger, i tip my hat to you.
i bid you adieu.
do send a christmas card of you and the cubs.
*toes and destiny*
i can feel my toes tapping deeper into my destiny.
big toes tap, curl, embrace
what these moments are,
what those moments were,
and what moments lie ahead.
"What makes me think I can start clean slated, the hardest to learn was the least complicated."