Posts for June 25, 2022 (page 7)

I’ve been thinking of her,
Today and many other days. 

We were together

I decided I needed a purpose,
A reason to get out of bed,
I considered joining the Peace Corps,
But opted for stalking instead.

I decided to become Patriarchy’s worst nightmare.

When he strolls into his living room,
Scratching his saggy sack,
He’ll find me sitting on his sofa,
Drinking his best bourbon,
And staring back.

Guess who? It’s me.
He’ll scream and try to flee.

Go on, run, you won’t get far,
I slashed all four tires on your car.
You can’t escape,
And there’s nowhere to hide,
I have a legion of sisters by my side…
And we will hunt you down and find you.

We’re not going back.

Patriarchy bolts for the door,
I knock him hard to the floor.

We will not let you take,
Everything we’ve fought for.

We’re not going back.

I put one boot on his heart,
The other on his part,
And calmly explain…

You can call me a bitch,
Declare me a witch,
Drag me from my bed at night
Try to take away my rights.

Fuck your cowardly repeal,
Our freedom is not your to steal.

We’re not going back.

And don’t dare call me a misandrist.
I adore real men,
Men who comprehend,
Mutual success,
And that my becoming more,
Doesn’t make them less.
Men who don’t feel the need to control,
My body, my mind, or my soul.

You are not a real man

He pisses himself and starts to cry
I look him even deeper in the eye

You cannot decide my fate,
My self-love runs deeper than your hate.

So, Patriarchy, let me be succinct,
You fear you are endangered,
I vow to make you extinct.

We are not going back.

 I come from the woods
                 and disappear
        with wood in mind
               and moving on.

It’s not her baby
you’re worried about. It’s that
you are not the boss.

The deer of Moutardier

Have no fear.

Even in the beam of a flashlight 

They continue to feed.

The deer of Moutardier

Watch closely,

More wise than people

Who think they should run.

eyebrows are there to stop things in your hair
or on your forehead from dropping into your eyes–
eyelashes are the second line defense

the curves of your ears are there to 
scoop up sound and spin it inside,
where it can be amplified by the ear drum

fingers and toes have nails so there is
more tensile strength toward the ends,
so we might be able to grip or press with more 
force, without pain or damage

the soul is the totality of our true, eternal selves–
incarnate so we may play with creation,
make choices, and move our spirit
a little further down the roads
we choose. 

when our bodies die, each atom
returns, over time, to the world–
to be recycled and used by other people,
animals, plants, rocks, the earth, the sky

the soul will take its lessons with it,
seeking new experiences,
new choices–slowly advancing
toward love or hate–
continuing a journey
that never began
and will never end

Bless me, Father
for i have sinned.

It has been 13 years
since my last confession

and these are my sins:
Unwitting support

of the majority
in my silence,

lack of action
beyond casting a vote,

lending an ear,
offering a hand

to the void
of social media:

i have no unvoiced opinion, but
that’s not and never will be enough;

yesterday, while others wept,
i slept

embracing my privilege
and freedoms

to escape
a fallen country,

unable to voice
or even approach

a reaction; i woke
with a twisting

pain in my gut, but
still know

nothing; white, male, hetero, cis
with just enough pagan in my blood

to be less than my neighbor,
but more than the silence

of voices around me
(barely audible)

in the tumult. How many
to hell with marys

will absolve
my guilt? 

How many
our forefathers

will offer salvation
to the widows

of democracy
and the orphans

of a flawed
constitution?

I am in search

of a criminal bunny.

Ate some herbs

and that’s not funny.

Went out to my garden

and was surprised to see

no more chamomile

next to my fig tree.

As I took a look around

no calendula could be found.

O my, where was my hound,

now there is only stark ground.

I am in search

of a criminal bunny.

Ate some herbs

and that’s not funny.

We stripped the closets, gave the clothes away.
A lifetime’s worth of books came off the shelves. 
The college came and packed up all the art. 
Today we box up years of memories,
our own and hers, disperse some, send others
homeless into an unfriendly world. 

Don’t discount a cool breeze
After days of hot heat.
It’s a free blast of
Feel-good so rare.  

We could use such a breeze
In our nightly newscast:
Words from leaders
Who honestly care.