God hates it

when I bathe in holy water

while I touch myself

down there.

My legs spread as wide as the gates of hell,

lips open wide enough

to suck on the devil’s horns,

eyebrows crinkle together as close as

his sinful soul is to mine.

God cringes knowing

I’m almost finished.

He watches as I cup my breasts

with pleasure.

You see, most men

enjoy this sight

but God,

God turns away.

It is because he’s homosexual?


but I’ve been told that

God hates fags.


Dissection of a Woman

Cut me open and see
the moths finally fly free.
One thousand, maybe two
fly out of me.

Cut me open and blow
the dandelion seeds down to my toes.
Just give it time,
for flowers will grow.

Cut me open and sail
down the blue rivers that trail
down my sturdy limbs
all the way to my nails.

Cut me open and excavate
down to my heart which is an old rusty gate
to protect the fortress
which carries all my weight.

Just cut me open and see
all the things a woman can be.

The Room

You stumble into a pitch black room.

The room smells of lilac,

like the flowers your grandmother used to grow.

You close your eyes and all you can see is a purple ocean

with purple fish and purple sand and purple waves.

A hand touches your back,

the gentle human touch you’ve longed for.

Most touches feel thoughtless and cold

but this touch is warm, real.

No words are spoken but you and this person understand

that you’re both only human,

its not much more complicated than that.

Stranger takes your hand to dance,

and the two of you make music

with the syncopation of your souls.

But since your both only human,

stranger has to go and so do you.

You walk out of the black room that smells like lilac

and go back into the world with different colors.

You go back home to your fourth floor apartment,

you reveal your naked body, vulnerable

you slip under your bed sheets.

You close your eyes. Its pitch black.

It smells like lilac.

A hand touches your back.

The Game of Life


It’s you and me,

we’re only three.

And we build blanket forts

that aren’t blanket forts,

but goddamn castles.

Castles of the finest stone

covered in the greenest vines.

It’s the best goddamn castle ever.

We are the princesses.

We are whoever were want to be

because princesses make the rules.

It doesn’t matter that our castle will be destructed

when mom tells us to go to bed.

We can make a new castle,

a castle that will be better

than yesterdays goddamn castle.


Now its just me,

I’m twenty-three.

There are blankets on my bed,

they’re just goddamn blankets.

I don’t know when blankets started being blankets

and that game called Life,

when did that go from a rainbow spinner and tiny plastic cars

to a bill in the mail to pay for my rental car?



People tell us that blankets

cannot make castles

and Life isn’t a board game

but something that we always have to do,

and eventually we listen.

But I think we were right

when we thought that blankets

could be goddamn castles.


Oh dear me,

when I’m eighty-three,

don’t forget that life

can too be a game.

Because were here to have fun,

not just pay bills on fancy cars.

But most important at eighty-three,

is to not forget that blankets

can too be castles.

The best goddamn castles in the world.



I though

Maybe if I run away.

Maybe if I sprint fast and far enough

They won’t catch me.

I thought

Maybe if I hide.

Maybe if I feel the haze of the drugs enough

They will dance with me.

But eventually

I started getting tired of running away,

They caught up with me.

The drugs started wearing off,

They stopped dancing with me.

So now

I’ll stop running.

I’ll stop hiding.

I’ll sit here and play with my demons.

The Youth

Sometimes we forget we are young

And let the demons get the best of us.

But like the sun grazing the horizon

For the first time early in the morning,

We are still new to this intricate world

And we are here to shed some light on it.

Take a break from dancing with the demons

And light the world with your young energy.

Because we have time to fuck it all up

And change the world one mistake at a time.

Thats What Crazy Girls Do

I say hello back to you,

I meet you for coffee just because

I like how you make me laugh.

But I don’t dare trust you.

Because thats what crazy girls do.

I get into your bed,

I let you unzip my jeans even though

I have never done this before.

But I don’t dare feel anything.

Because thats what crazy girls do.

I let you hold me in your arms,

I fall helplessly in love with you even though

I know you will never feel the same.

But I dare to love you anyways.

Because thats what crazy girls do.