Summerland

Hell is a place for the Christians

after death. That is not my home.

 

My body will lay among

the roots of the fields,

which will grip my flesh,

and worms will break my body apart.

 

My soul will see no fire.

 

Flames cannot harm me,

because I do not believe

in a place where you are punished

for mistakes you are supposed

to learn from.

 

A scatting will let

me pass through

the veil,

 

where I will learn my lesson,

and be reborn.


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I wish there

had been a physical

slap across my face

 

Don’t talk to your Nana

that way! She’s not a dog.

 

Then what am I?

 

A physical pain

assaults me when the shout

comes without warning.

 

If you break that dryer,

you’ll be sorry.

 

I already wished

I wasn’t born.

 


Nest

There once had been nothing

beneath black wings,

flapping with all my might.

No wind today.

 

An egg lays ready to hatch,

but ruffled feathers

have been plucked before

it arrived. No wind, still.

 

When the shell cracks

and falls apart, squished

face has green eyes blinking

against the harsh light

 

and the beak-mouth opens

wide. Shrieks call out. Breeze.

The larger beak-mouth could

not reach for wailing

 

chick, numbed from surgery

and drugs. The one whose movements

were not hindered reached

for the fluff. There is wind today.


Sexual Harassment on the Interwebs

I just wanted to give you a little story of something that happened over the last month.

I made a comment on a Youtube video by Laci Green. She’s a well-known youtuber who runs a series called Sex +. In that series she talks about different sexual subject for each video. The one I commented on was her video about anal sex.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83lo7OqruJI

The comment was me bragging about my husband and our sex life. Another viewer (not going to mention names) decided to proposition me. When I said “no” he continued to pester me, despite the fact that I had said no two time before. My red flag went off. He was sexually harassing me over the internet.

Now, I know what you’re going to say:

“Why didn’t you block him immediately?”

“You should have reported him.”

No. What should happen is when I say “no” he should have backed off. When a woman says “no” it doesn’t mean, come at me honey! I really think Meg from Hercules said it best:

“Well, you know how men are. They think ‘No’ means ‘Yes’ and ‘Get lost’ means ‘Take me, I’m yours.’”

did eventually block and reported him. My husband even emailed him. And that’s what got him to apologize. Not the “no” and not the rants I gave him. I had to be protected by another man before he took me seriously. That’s not right.

That is rape culture, ladies and gentlemen. That right there. And I sincerely hope no other woman comes across him, because he’s a potential rapist.

Note: I can only talk about these experiences from the point of view as a cisgendered white female. If you want to share your own stories, go ahead and do so in the comments below. 

Clements, Ron and John Musker. 1997. Hercules. Film. 2014.


After Jason Todd

Nice family.

Fixin’ a pie.

All Mistah J

 

and I wanted.

B-man ruined it.

Puddin’s dead.

 

I had to run

for it, escaping

the flames.

 

Lived in hiding,

keeping away

from B-man,

 

had a girl

in a pretty

pink crib.

 

She grew up,

gave me granddaughters,

the Dee Dees.

 

Troubling duo,

twins in the fights,

always in jail.

 


Romantic Origin

You laughed

as we drove 

away. I busted

you out, Puddin’.

I busted you out.

 

You threw me out

our door, green hair

a brandished weapon.

I had to prove myself,

make you laugh.

 

I remember

seeing you the first

time. Grin

menacing. A rose

in my office. A note.

 

I caught him,

Mistah J.

He hung upside

down. Piranhas.

You didn’t appreciate

it. I fell from the window.

 

Puddin’ you made

me laugh. Arkham

had been my choice,

not yours, Love.

And you made me laugh.


Sections of a Former Psychiatrist’s Diary

Black lipstick

Red and Black

The babies snap

at the bone,

fighting over it.

Puddin’ planning.

 

Stupid B-Man

hurting Mistah J.

The hat never

comes off

blond hair.

 

Kicked out again

staying at Red’s.

Her plants terrify

me. B-Man

can’t stop us.

 

I missed my puddin’

Missed how rough

he pulled my hair.

The smacks when

I grab the wrong gun.

 

My puddin’s frustrated

Not even revving

me up helps his mood.

I hate B-Man

so do my babies.


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