Rape Fantasy

I walk to my car with my keys between my knuckles and my head on a swivel any time I pass a bush.

Safe and sound at home an internet pop up tries to sell me a subscription to a rape fantasy website.

And I wonder if either of us understands what that word means. Fantasy.

I fantasize about not being afraid to tell a date I live alone.

I fantasize about not being worried when I call a plumber and a strange man shows up at my door.

I fantasize about falling in love with a man who always makes sure I feel safe.

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Things I Want to Tell My Future Daughter About Sex

Sex is great.

And I don’t care why you do it the first time.

Whether it’s love or it’s to experiment it’s your choice.

I don’t care about the age, race, or gender of the person you give it to.

The only thing I don’t want to hear is that you did it to keep him or to feel loved.

Because I will always love you and you will always be mine.

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Worst Mistake

I’ve made worse mistakes

than believe you when you told me

you thought I was beautiful.

I’ve made worse mistakes

than believe you wanted more

from me than this.

I’ve made worse mistakes

than believe I wouldn’t die,

like Juliette, for a love so tragic.

I’ve made worse mistakes,

I have to believe,

than fall in love with you.

America

America, I’m tired.

America, I’m twenty seven years old and I’m tired.

America. What’s with all the marching?

Wouldn’t you rather have an app for that?

America, its rude to listen to your neighbor through the air vents,

no matter what they post on YouTube.

Didn’t your mother ever tell you to mind your manners, America?

America?

 

I think you drunk dialed the wrong number again last night.

America, your leaders are passing laws about elementary bathrooms

while department stores are discussing a fall line of flak jackets marketed

to kids ages six to sixteen.

America, I know we’re high. After all its medicinal.

Why else would a green Lady Liberty look so much like Jesus who’s lost his cellphone?

 

America, I think you need to see a doctor.

You’ve paid for the insurance so you may as well.

America, what if there’s no cure?

America, I’m tired.

Catharsis

I cry.

I weep.

I break

down and

I howl.

Rivers rush

down.

Then the waters

recede and

the fallow fields

grow green again.