Of Number Twos.

My fat ass: *looks at the nutrition label*

"If you adjust calories for inflation, I'm actually under eating."

Pentameter Alexandrine

No one is beautiful,

Like she is beautiful.

Sugar, Spice, n Everything Nice.

That's what girls are made of.

Six Word Story

Last one alive, closes the door.

I went to see the palm reader today. She furrowed her brown, crinkled her nose and said, we all couldn't have been Joan of Arc. Sometimes it's our destiny to die in the dirt of the plague .

I am drawn in by the dark designs of her curvature.

How she dances in the shadows of negative space like some wild thing.

She is enchanting.

I am enchanted.

Idea.

If I was Burger King I'd make a better Whopper and call it The Whoppest.

Joke

I asked Siri a question and she told me, " I don't know! Who the fuck I look like!? Google?"

I am from Maize

and the Morning Glory

whose silent bent heads

bring memories of

obedient wives.

I am from pensive

and the introverts,

from fear and leather belts,

whose proud strikes

bruises bloom,

and the flowing crimson

tastes of copper.

I am from lands

where frail leaves

refuse to change

whose wilted and stunted

vines still remember

the mother root.

and the death of great women

whose stories remain

untold.

Screams of the city,

after autumn rains,

fills my heart,

if only for a moment.