Nails

December 3, 2018

When I was 13 some whitebitch told me I would be
pretty if I…………………………………………………just tried to be a little softer
………………………………………………………………smile more
and straighten all that hair
and I realized I would never be au naturale
the crowdpleaser or the girl next door
I was nobody’s angel in the centerfold
too ballet scrawny to have any curves
too darkskinned to light up a room
too short to tower over my haters

so I looked to my comic books my Sunday cartoons my Sailor Moon stickers
and I thought…………………villains
I want an eyepatch and a black cat and nails that I can impale my enemies on let’s weaponize this
………………..…………………..shit I want to look like a
bitch from outer space
so I grew my nails as hard as I could
ate Jell-O and vitamins
coated them in oils and wrapped them in gloves
I drew a tiny island with a palm tree on each one to say:
I’ve built my paradise baby
welcome to my war palace with a shark-filled moat and statues of cobras and doors that need an
………………..…………………..eyeball scanner to open
I’ve got encased crystals and ancient spellbooks and one thousand syringes filled with neon
………………..…………………liquids that will mess you up to kingdom come, but they’re
………………..…………………..perfectly organized because I’m a Virgo
and that shit is important to me.
I’ve got throwing stars, lances, maces, rocket launchers, sabers, cannons, but don’t touch my
………………..…………………..katanas, those are decorative.
I keep a dagger on my left and a spear on my right
………………..…………………..because I like to switch my mayhem up but I always
come back to filing my fingernails because when a bitch stays ready she never has to get ready
………………..…………………..and when you live as a weapon
you don’t waste time trying to pick your favorite one.

Rita Mookerjee

Desire

December 3, 2018

Desire burns me. The desire for beautiful things that I have seen but not possessed. This desire burns me – burns my soul, my heart, my brain like wildfire.

I have tasted autumn skies at night, and the soft flesh of women scented by wildflowers. I have heard pure emotion in music, and the cry of an owl at midnight. These are all things that bring the soul closer to poetry. But still I desire more –

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I hope you do this too

December 3, 2018

Beside the sea

December 3, 2018

I would love to run a small taverna beside the sea. Mermaids could drink there for free. And beautiful ladies in stringy bikinis could sit all day under the brightly coloured umbrellas on the patio sipping their drinks and flirting with dark-eyed males.

Dreams & fragments –

December 3, 2018

Distant lights in faraway places; walking in the woods with the sound of heavy rain beating on the thick foliage overhead; the smell of damp earth and autumn leaves that look like small wrinkled brown faces underfoot; marble statues (with huge marble eyes) that walk in the dark, their purpose unknown, unknowable; endless dimly illuminated corridors; and lost cities trapped in time with secret knowledge of their own wild abandonment –

Sweet girls so full of grace – and naughty thoughts; exuberant October afternoons; Grandfather clocks tick-tocking in a dull back parlour; awkward silences that end in a kiss; The bright light from the moon in your window; darkness like wet velvet against the skin; doors that squeak open upon blackness; ghost whispers in your ear at midnight; the haunting cry of a dog-fox in the night; unfrequented places; a desolate stretch of snow at dusk; January afternoons whirling with snow; leaning gravestones enclosed by yew trees; faces beautiful with strangeness –