I stopped trying
to feed anything but myself.
I woke up yesterday and couldn’t see
a road, then I woke up the next day
and someone gave me a book
about male entitlement
that I drowned in orange juice
before setting fire to my desk.
I am trying to be more even tempered.
I am trying to eat my Craisins in peace.
Sometimes I think I would like
to have the memory of a dog,
it would make me more forgiving.
Someone tells me to imagine
my troubles as leaves floating
away in a river, so I ask them why
men have giant mouths
and there I go again fucking
things up with my politics.
Yesterday a white guy tried
telling me what it’s like to be a woman
of color so I placed my hands
in his mouth and ripped out his vocal cords.
I am not a political person.
Let’s talk about the moon.
It’s so pretty tonight.
No. Fuck that. I am the moon.
All My Plants Are Dead
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