Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.
I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to…
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear
a body littered with ugly things.
doesn’t she wear
the world well?
You know I’m mad or fed up when I don’t give the slightest fuck to correct my words when I’m typing.
I hate grammatical and spelling errors. I hate when my fucking penmanship looks even the slightest mess.
I can’t stand you. I don’t even give a fuck.
weak in the knees
to be quite upfront
make my body
it has knees
at all. Derrick Brown, Love Language (via weatherbeatensoul)
If I had a clone I would love her, be patient with her, I wouldn’t try too hard to understand her…. I would let time help me understand her and I’ll learn what I’m supposed to, when I’m supposed to… I would occasionally make love to her and take my time when I do…. I would listen to her and take great care of her.
So is that considered homosexual or masturbation?
Well… I’m a lesbian and I please myself soo…
I love this.