Extrinsic Muscles / Muscular Hydrostat
my neck hurts from going down on you all morning
it should be my jaw
or maybe the raw musculature (genioglossus) of my tongue
bruised from emulating Samson
Don’t Make Me Dance
The universe is full of unrequited, unexpressed love and joy.
Unaltered bed sheets.
Unkissed mouths.
Untangled legs.
Untasted pussy.
Unmoaned orgasms.
We, the great unfucked.
A Conversation With Pablo Neruda
SARAH: If you were ever curious about the lines on my face, I would send you to a palm reader. See, my lines match your lines: my lines are leftovers from when the lines of your hand cupped my face. I don’t have crow’s feet, I have blinded-by-the-light squint lines. I don’t have furrows on my brow – they are where-the-hell-have-you-been? contours. I do not have a half-face of wrinkles, I have a demi-facial scar. Left by you. The last thing I remember. We were broke artists, never starving. Hungry and poor. Happy.
If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody
She has been in the womb for ten months. She has stopped growing, but kicks harder every day. She will grow up to resent her mother, thinking she was held in for the extra month as punishment. She likes it when her mother sings. Tonight, she will escape and never stay anywhere for long again. She is Lindbergh.
No Cure For Bad Seeds
Back in the fifties, psychologists developed a process called Past Life Regression therapy. Oftentimes, patients will complain of a skin rash, a burning sensation or an emotional or sexual block. In other words, something that cannot be otherwise rectified by traditional therapies, doctors or medications. It is thought that these physical attacks to the body are manifestations of our past lives. They – the old us – are trying to tell us something. They are saying, pay attention. this is important.
ithaca
before i go
i will steal your laugh lines
while you are sleeping
and from them, build a vast map,
a history of joy
a panoptic cure-all for madness.
a path back to you.
Saint Clitoris
The clitoris is the only sex organ who’s only known function is the experiencing of pleasure. Clitoris derives from the Greek word kleitoris, which means ‘hill’ or ‘slope’. It receives its name from the manner in which it slopes upward in the shaft and forms a mound of spongy tissue at the glans.
