Flute

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"Flute"

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Blow
…Blow

through bitten lips. Tight and clung…wisps through teeth. Hollow, curved and turned. Flung around tongue, wrapped around jaws.

Open loose

Blow.
Blow.

Stretched through me. Opened air
breezy
cold

Blow.
Blow.

on top
inside

throughout and round about

Wide, long, and puffed.

…Played

Flute

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Hurt

Image Credit: We Hear It.

Deep desperation and longing..

broken glasses and shattered windows..

My heart aches.. but I can’t fix it.. I don’t know how..

..a pain unlike anything I have ever felt. What heals this? What makes this better? I know time.. but I ain’t got time.. now. What heals this NOW?

Can I drink it out.. Can I drug it out.. Can I fuck it out?..Can I pray it out? (tomorrow)

I hurt. I hurt and I don’t know how to fix it.

Empty tears and silent cries..deaf and dumb..

He wraps me with invisible arms.. He kisses me with placid lips.. He rubs my back.. and I don’t care.

He cooks for me.. I throw it out. He hands me money.. I rip it.

He whispers.. “I love you”.. I respond..by saying “You shouldn’t.  Actually, your taking up my space. Why don’t you leave? I don’t need you here.” I proudly proclaim.

Your just angry.. it’s okay.. let it out. (He smiles)

“Fuck you!”  I snarl.

Frustrated.. he  grabs me and holds me firmly by my wrist.  With the other hand,  I slap and spit on him.. and beckon him for more. “Your such a weak pig. You disgrace me!” I shout; while shooing him away.

Now…all alone to drown in my own shit. Damn.. what do I do now..

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The box

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I’m a selfish girl I know…

If you can’t hold me right, don’t try to hold me at all.

I don’t need you to love me, cause I wouldn’t know what it was, if you did.

I just need you to pack and unwrap me, every time you see me. Delicately remove my bow, gently loosen the tape, carefully release the wrapping paper, softly lift the lid, tenderly pull back the tissue, and with an “ooh ahh” from you lips; patiently lift me and pull me close. Lovingly hold me close.

Now, quick and swift…precisely put me back….patiently tuck me in the box, tenderly cover me with tissue, softly replace the lid, carefully re-wrap the paper, gently stick the tape, and delicately adorn my bow.

I know that I am fragile, a bit damaged, cunningly beastly…. but you don’t…You can’t see it. You won’t be able to recognize it, even if you did… by chance… have one unspeakable moment to peer into me…It’s too ghastly and lurid for you to comprehend.

You are too perfect, so perfect to ever know evil; even when your holding it in your hands.

So, put me back… in the box….quick.

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Who me?

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Sista, Mother, Lover, Me.

Who Me?

With a wiggle in my thigh and a giggle in my hip, I strutted on pass. With my pocketbook shoved under my armpit and my baby’s hand in mine. I strutted pass.

“Aye, Shorty”! “Hey, baby, come here”. (“here”- like Nelly say it).

Who Me? I know he ain’t talkin’ to me!

With a wiggle in my thigh and a giggle in my hip, I strutted on pass. With my pocketbook shoved under my armpit and my baby’s hand in mine, I strutted pass.

(A little bit louder now) “AYE, Short-tay!” “Come here”, (just like Nelly say it).

“I wanna talk to you!”

HOLD UP! I know he did not just YELL at me, like I’m some kind of dog off the street….

With a wiggle in my thigh and a giggle in my hip, and a new found jiggle in my booty, and my pocketbook shoved under my armpit, and my baby’s hand in my mine; I strutted, I sashayed, I gently swayed and stepped, and stamped my feet firmly in place. With my head held HIGH, lips clutched,and eyes wide; I strutted right on pass.

Humph! I know he wasn’t talking to me. Not me. Sista, Mother, Lover, ME!

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Wake Me Up

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Wake up toes…

Wake up legs

Wake up knees

Wake up thighs

Wake up pelvis

Wake up pubic

Wake up navel

Wake up stomach

Wake up breast

Wake up nipples

Wake up arms

Wake up shoulders

Wake up neck

Wake up ear

Wake up scalp

Wake up mouth

Wake up lips

Wake up tongue

Wake up to loving

Wake up to touch

Wake up to fingers

Wake up to kisses

Wake up toes…

Feel it, rise to it, accept it,

Wake up eyes (SEE)

Wake up voice (Speak)

…..Wake up to loving

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