Needing pain

January 15, 2020

I need a pain to pierce
To strike me cruelly down
To rip me into myself.

Else Lasker-Schüler

Chaos
tran. Eavan Boland

Welcome Home

January 15, 2020

Every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now,
welcome home.

Warsan Shire

In my perfect world

January 15, 2020

In my version of a perfect world, I would give in to the red and thrust my cold steel horns into his belly. Make him bleed and mourn the death of his slaughtered ego. Make him crawl on all fours and yip like the bitch he thought I was. In a perfect world I’d pick him clean, flossing his insides between my teeth. I would display his bones as a reminder of the once weakened girl he picked clean. A girl can only dream.

Troublesome Question

January 15, 2020

I somehow knew in my heart of hearts that it would be asked eventually. It was inevitable, like farting in the bath. Guard against it as you will, eventually nature will take its course, and you’ll be left counting bubbles or contemplating the ultimate question.

Zen Buddhists believe that it is impossible for one human being to know another, however intimate they may be. They also suggest that while the ultimate answer is known to those who have achieved enlightenment, the ultimate question must by its very nature remain a mystery?

For myself I have always seen the answer, “Make ‘em laugh”, as a question – “Make ‘em laugh?” The answer would then be, most obviously, “Why?”