writings
vanity
you've got a big-ass dick
it pushes me up against the car door
when we're driving home
it gets in the way when we're alone, it
sucks the air out of every room
it's your favorite topic of conversation, your dick
comes out of your mouth more than
it goes into mine
intoxicates you more than wine
used to, when you were a drinker
now your heads are combined
and they're both too big for me
no wonder you can't keep it in your pants
it's a wonder you can drive or walk or dance
with that much dick weighing you down
and, of course, yours is always
the biggest around
not that you'd ever admit to
comparison shopping
yes, it's always about your dick
not my feelings, but your dick
and anyhow, i'd better get over it quick
'cause i'm not paying enough attention
to your dick
your penis has come between us
it must be sore from you stroking it so much
you have pet names for it, like
"confidence" & "self-esteem"
because you love it so
i call your dick "narcissus" & "big-ass ego"
you smack me with it constantly
just to remind me it's there
not that i didn't notice the
sticky arrogance in my hair
so proud, you can't keep it to yourself
that's why now you're with someone else
let her push your wheelbarrow of phallus around
let her get pounded by your
rock-hard self-centeredness
and see if she feels as fucked as i did
maybe we can look for your balls together
everything didn't come as a set
but seriously, i wish you and your dick the very best
when his dick is his best friend
a man usually ends up alone
i hope your hot cock keeps you warm
on lonely nights, when the ice you store
your heart in melts to tears
don't call me, your dick has
permanently plugged my ears
besides, you always spoke to me in 'asshole'
i don't understand that shit
now i can breathe, now there is laughter
may you and your big-ass dick
live happily ever after.
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cannibal
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in church, we ate god every first sunday
or, rather, we ate the body of his son
our lord and saviour jesus christ
washed him down with grape-flavored blood
went home in the afternoon and
chewed upon the actual flesh of
the dead and unholy
i grew up country poor
we only shopped in grocery stores for
canned tornado food and milk
our farmer relatives fed us
i spent late summers snapping beans and
shelling peas for freezing
the first days of afterschools cleaning
freshly wrung chickens
by spring, we were usually down to
hog's head cheese and fatback sandwiches
by summer, dinner was grits and fried canned tomatoes
god bless slaughter season and early harvest
when i was 7, i once had a pet chicken
it was then that i learned the meaning of life
when i came home from school and
she was silently on my plate
her cage and my belly were both empty
hunger eclipsed my righteous indignation
god is great, god is good
let us thank him for this food
vegetarianism is a religion
prosthelized by
city-dwelling atheists and rich folk
it is an elite western ideology
attractive to those with no immediate fear of starvation
consumers of billboards and articles and philosophies
drinkers of smug self-righteousness
to wash down multivitamins when the rice cakes were not enough
humans at their basest
eat what is edible
country christians eat by the bible
jesus gave the people fish
invited us to eat his flesh
basically said, fill your belly with what
i have availed to you
i am no longer christian
but I eat what is available to me
my hunger eclipses your politics
perhaps i am wrong
maybe my country grandmothers and aunties
lived to their late 90's in spite of
hog maws and pig knuckle sandwiches
and mother earth would prefer if we
set domesticated food animals free to
overpopulate and die from mass starvation
what i do know, though, is
peta protesters are made of meat
when this earth inevitably transitions
when crops dry up and blow away
when the last animals have gone to slaughter
due to famine and waste
when there are no more chickens, there
will be vegetarians
i will fill my belly with
what is available to me
hunger eclipses everything
and transforms saints into saviours
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speechless
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if i had cleaned my room
a black woman would be president
i am halfway convinced
the only thing standing in her way
was my laundry, and carpet lint
and the jackets on my bed
if i had paid my credit card bill on time
and hadn't treated myself to that burrito
(i really didn't exercise fiscal conservation)
then surely it would have been a landslide victory
instead of me avoiding texts and social media
dissociating on my floor
she must be so annoyed with me
i dropped the ball
i voted early, but i certainly didn't drink enough water
ate too many oreos early in the morning
didn't respond to that email quickly
and that cost a black woman the necessary electoral votes
i want to be helpful
be a credit to the American people
earn my place and my value
not be a burdensome black woman
but clearly i haven't done enough
there's a cup and 2 forks in the kitchen sink
a bit of dust on the bookshelf
and all the leaden guilt on my back of
hundreds of years of responsibility
generations of bearing the brunt of blame for
lifetimes of unmet expectations
my apologies
for overestimating my power in this country
while underestimating the negative effects of
my book piles and unmade bed
i will do better next time
until then, i'll be over on the outskirts where i live
riding the stereotypes and bucking the system
healing, hydrating and planning the revolution
striving for the impossible perfection required of me
all heroes don't wear capes
some take gut punches
in your place