rising from the mechanical feathers

july 15th, 2010-

when she put her head down, telescopic plants burst through her ears.


at the end of the day I am only one woman. at the end of the day I cannot make anyone happy nor give any more practicality, discernment or enlightenment than I have. at the end of the day I believe in love above all else and agree to keep the moon safe in my young and fevered heart. at the end of the day my comfort resides in bold overzealous passion and exquisite wit. at the end of the day I willingly choose my decree, look to the sky and repeat, "I am only one woman, I am only one woman. I am woman."

I have sweat in my neck folds. I have sweat lingering on my groin(s?) I have sweat behind my legs. I have sweat consuming every hair follicle on my head. I have sweat streaming down my back. I am one sweaty bitch swimming in awful miserable humidity. I. Fucking. Miss. Air. Conditioning. my summer of sweaty hippie sin.