un chat, california

an exquisite corpse drawing from my art history class!

un chat, california

an exquisite corpse drawing from my art history class!

Rules: signposts enforcing rules on a suburban intersection (Taken with Instagram)

Rules: signposts enforcing rules on a suburban intersection (Taken with Instagram)

you know, the colored queer boy in me was waiting for music like his

you know, the colored queer boy in me was waiting for music like his

Done working

I am done giving for today
I am done smiling
I am done helping
I am done walking
I am done talking
I am done.

Ask nothing of me.
And don’t remind me of my mother
Or songs about hard working women
and poor single mothers that work hard for the money
much harder than me, honey.
Don’t remind me, Donna Summer, don’t remind me.

And don’t remind me of that boy
who looks at me like he knows I’m an ‘effin faggot.
Look, kid, it’s not an ‘effin secret. Look at my boots. Look at my hair. Look at my eyes. And keep looking until you realize that straight boys don’t look at gay boys like that.

I sit in a subway train looking at myself.
I adjust my head to make my eyes look bigger-
face looking slightly down and to the right.
I wear the most pained expression I can muster up,
then turn my head left, towards the people in the car.
Look, I say. See me. Watch me. Hear me. Listen to my eyes.

Nobody cared to listen today,
so I wrote all I had to say.

I just want to be held,
but i’m supposed to be a strong, independent black woman.
nobody is going to hold me but myself.

Could you do the other side?

Could you do the other side?

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the wire hanger

I have a secret. 

This is not my husband’s baby. I was raped by a fairy. I thought it was a dream, but… the fetus already has wings.

That’s why I knew I had to kill it. I plotted out the vegetable garden for strawberries and tomatoes. Then I searched all over for a wire hanger. I threw it away after I was done because my husband doesn’t like wire hangers. I buried the baby under the strawberries.

But then I realized I had the wrong twin. The search needed to start all over… Or maybe instead, I thought, why don’t I just raise the fairy? So I left my husband the wire hanger I found and ran off to the woods. 

I’m at peace now.

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Does it end?

I want to live forever.

And make games.

And be wonderful.

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