I.
I am an earth child beauty
a genderless sack of potatoes
a cow lace carnival
I am a caterpillar’s scale on the tongue of a wealthy man who told me
“I’d like to run my
Callous,
beer sticky
fingers along the
zipper of your scalp”
II.
I will go to a temple’s solid mountain cave
And ask a shoeless welder
About his sky high shoestrings as he dances towards his cobblestone death
…
I was soaking in a cathedral when I heard the lullaby of
Poverty heels and labor palms.
I was soaking in bus 137 when I saw seat 22 plucking harp strings from some memory of a candid matrimony.
I whined for her to
Let me see
So I didn’t have to think about
Your pipe cleaner fingers
I was soaking in a patio staring up at
Favela fringe and lace on tambourine mountaintops
Listening to full tourist pockets and air-conditioned transit sluts.
I sat on the corner screaming who needs water when I have rain
Why doesn’t anybody care that I once got an A on a science paper I wrote in the 7th grade
Why can’t we all just
Fuck.
Big world
Make a peace corp promise one more time, gringo,
I’m still here
In a place where women go without
When
You placed an ornate ring around my MediumDeepWarmSunBeige™
finger
***Determine Your Skin Tone
First, you want to determine your skin tone. It’s the natural color of your complexion that falls into a range from fair to deep. There are seven possible tones: 1. fair 2. fair light 3. light 4. light medium 5. medium 6. medium deep 7. deep To determine yours, focus on the area of your face near the jaw line and not the cheek because the latter tends to be a bit more pigmented and less reflective of your true tone.
III.
I am an industrial grade timetable
I am a samba heart child
I am a percussionists tightened drum groin
I am a pixelated image,
glitching beneath the sheets
I am dripping in a gold fertility necklace
I am present like a floral arrangement
on an anthill
IV.
We can all cry in a green bathtub and hold each others tears and
When
The last one falls
We'll peel back
And forth
Until two of us can
Celebrate our sin and roll in gluttony and glitter
And eavesdrop on magic
In a sanguine lip stained cello from a gutter or an atlas.
And sink into the saturated earth.
I see you sequined cleric, calling my mom,
Quit it.
Don’t crowd me while I’m chewing on atmosphere.
I see you staring at my messy sandman feet
Wondering if I could ever be
Pliable, like a clay child.
But
I’m a nymph bitch.
And I can take my backpack and run away
I’m not your
muse
Or your chinadoll.
Your
Motherofmychildren
Or your exoticlatina (maybe)-isthatwhatyouare(baby)?
I’m a flighty freak bitch.
And you can all join me in my cerebral palace if you’d like.