oscillations, my little mouth opens and closes
taking in breaths of being and changing changing
how come i couldn’t sit still as a child, and can’t now
how come you’re far away from me when we touch
anger, sludge surging forth: a beam of lightning, crashes
beyond reproach. stuck in coach, kinda: my ribs
were stroked by stretching, now my heart is a hassle
its heaviness humiliates me, i reach out to a person
but nothing arrives except the thought of my blood
every 120 days it cycles and creates a new pack
why can’t i change too
explosions in my head, a book of the personality
told me i am combustion personified. how lonely
to be a process and not a person! i want so much
to be seen, to be witnessed, but instead i am the
two eyes gleaming at another. i see them so much
i’m sobbing from it, can’t devour it, digest it, fuck it
i’m a form, suspended, seeding, invisible, forgot
you may know my hate, my crapshoot mouth
but i’m only trying to love
for christ’s sake
Amazonian tribes linked the theme of the severed head with that of the moon’s origin.
The first animal wife is the literal embodiment of a frog. The last and only human wife is a figurative representation of a frog.
The figurative frog is a clinging woman who refuses to let go of a husband she disgusts and who wants to be rid of her.
The literal frog is of a husband who wants to be with her but is separated from her by a mother-in-law who so happens to be revolted by her daughter-in-law’s diet.
The vast mythological systems in North and South America have the subjection of women as the basis of the entire social order. As periodic creatures, women are in danger of disrupting the order of the cosmos. Men subject women to rules to mirror the rules imposed upon them by Nature.”