I'm never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I'm never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone's life
has been hard enough already
it's hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone's playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.
Just to be clear
I don't want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there's gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts.
Andrea Gibson wrote that poem.
She is good.
Makes me think I have a voice too.
Clear and with equal grace.
I can show mercy to my body too.
The subject matter would be different, but I am guessing that kissing
is just as exciting and slimey and fun to write about for us straight
girls.
And I don't really need to talk about vaginas that much.
And I don't get to see very many penises.
But I can talk about grace.
And I know about love.
And I have a small story to tell.
And when I run out of stories, can I tell yours?
It's totally ok to start sentences with but and and.
All the fucking time.
Also, Your Sister's Sister is a good movie.
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