cramps grumpy crumpet. blaring bleating trumpet. sticky fickle carpet. yr never gonna stop it.
when the bell rings in there, swings in there, sings despair, try not to care but hey you over there,
you can't escape the ding ding ding ding crushing twisting cramping.
how about that now, how about you talk to her. what did she ever do to you!
like conjuring my inner critic, i will pluck you, uterus, out and set you up right here on the futon.
it's real hard to get them out.
the bleeding never bothered me.
you know i can't abide a lie!
middle school was murder, seats stained, jeans ruined, cruel laughter in the corners.
this is so boring, i'm bored of myself.
are you writing or reading or even thinking? which one are you doing! pick forgodssake!
you got self conscious and that's okay. are you feeling too vulnerable today?
do we need to go in another direction?
i didn't mean to pick on you. it is just the body of me that is talking right now, so it only made sense.
a sweet bright drop-
you can't stop the squiggles. little worm in there, nast. a lonely sequin on the doormat.
every day i nearly die, and so do you, and so do you.
yr world has really shrunk, huh. all there is, curled and contained. the bedroom. the kitchen.
the walls. the ceiling. the face of yr "honey."
(in tarot, the figure of the World is intersex - non-binary - in between - across - trans)
but what about the ant on my pants?
and waht about these fucking cramps?
if i have a body (and so far, i do) will nothing make it quiet?
the World isn't in there. it never was and never will be. the World is too vast and vibrant to be just this. the oven is not the cake. mammals think we are so brave.
don't worry, we're all still god, and so are you, and so are you. i am the white hot center of a web of love, and so are you, and so are you.
the center of me tunes its frequency to the center of Things. it's cool to vibe in, but don't linger. you can't! catch hold of the knot that brought you here and climb back toward it, back to bones and blood and oh, cramps. sing yr thanks to every moon + every womb but bless the earthworm, the slippershell, anemone. all things god and so are you and so are you: a sweet bright drop.
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