Celibate Mouthwash

November 14, 2019

God forbid! a girl admits she’s lonely.
But for a guy? — Oh, that’s so sexy.
God forbid! a woman’s never been with the same man
For more than 3 months
There must be something wrong —
Why has she been sitting on the shelf for so long?
Oh but for a guy, yeah, that’s just normal;
He’s a playa & playas wanna play.
She wants to play too, this little playette,
Oh but when she plays, they have a dirty word for it
— Slut! Shhh…
Now go rinse those lips out with celibate mouthwash.
God forbid! a woman is deemed weak for being
Emotionally vulnerable.
But when a guy is? —
Oh, he’s so sensitive.
These double standards make me want to vomit.
Oh, but god forbid! I’ve already gone through the
“eating disorder phase” —
Now I’m a head case.
There’s nothing I can do about it at the moment
‘Cept write this truth in verse
And lay back on my bed—hiking up my skirt —
Oh, and god forbid! I might even touch myself.

S J Goldner

What

November 14, 2019

What?
What are you to me?
What are your fingers to me
and your lips?
What is the sound of your voice to me?
And your perfume
that fleshy musk?
What are you to me?
What am I to you?
What am I?

Erich Fried
Trans. P

November Nights

November 14, 2019

Cold November nights, poignant sensations, deep, resonant silence.

Virginia Woolf
Diary entry November 1940

Witchcraft

November 14, 2019

Witchcraft is the art of obtaining power through growth of self and the understanding of where self intersects with unseen forces.

Devin Hunter
The Witch’s Book of Spirits

a little depraved at heart

November 14, 2019

These are the poems we stole at dawn. We gathered them in the back alleyways of our old nightmares. They are a little depraved at heart, wrinkled like old shiny skin. And, yes, they crumble when touched. Their rhythms pretend they can save us, when nothing can. And we know that. We know. But we write them anyway.

P

a little something

November 14, 2019

“What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?”

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best-” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. And then he thought that being with Christopher Robin was a very good thing to do, and having Piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said, “What I like best in the whole world is Me and Piglet going to see You, and You saying ‘What about a little something?’ and Me saying, ‘Well, I shouldn’t mind a little something, should you, Piglet,’ and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing.”

“I like that too,” said Christopher Robin, “but what I like doing best is Nothing.”

A.A. Milne
The House at Pooh Corner