head.

she mentioned that I make no sense,

I sung at her

"I make NO SENSE, I make NO SENSE at all"

she didn't attempt to catch the reference, 

she muddled across the room, lacking confidence in her stride.

she snarled "you enjoy embarrassing other people"

I blinked and giggled,

as though, it were only natural for her to feel this way.

she waited for me to cower,

she glared with intention, as I held my breath as response.

I am happiest in my head.

afraid to love.

I'd be afraid to love me, too.

?

E A S Y G I R L S.

\\ if only, you'd made it as easy as plastering on red lips, polish, paint, tint, stain. to look as ideal as an accidental sun spot, 

in a black & white photograph.

BossaNova breasts, Hollywood hips. primed, prim and stunning.

simple, as divine, as, perfectly whipped meringue on lemon pie.

peaked, just right.

instead of appreciation through kissed teeth, wet whistling tongue, 

cat calls, howls,

men should fund women's education,

throw books in place of bills, 

to persist our effortless crawl, 

in vein of lacking flaws.

F F F F F F F F F F F F

finally, lightness.

optimism exposed yet again, 
assuming, it's only because the sun is finally out, making the vegetation visible.
the floral and fauna that's been sedated can breath, slightly, 
gradually, uncovering the lush patchwork amid our metropolis 
loved, on occasion.
there is appreciation for the thin road home.
the fine lines that curve between street and person.
encompassing whole bodies, busy turning the dial and brushing their teeth.
allowing this city to continue mobility, 
momentum of the moving.
stunted and sterile through winter months,
the first thaw allows one to realize the dank, drab, dark breach
isn't, necessarily, permanent.