Hate Male

  
I am so not into you-

I think your a weirdo.

I throw up in my mouth a bit

Each time I have to see you.

Your a part timer

Your an outright fucking fraud.

Your the stalker in my hedges 

Your such a fucking knob.

I need something better, 

In a world that’s half alive, 

You are such a gear box-

Your conjectures half applied. 

You’re the peeper in the pine trees-

You’re the gum stuck to my shoe.

A vulture who can barely fly, 

(Bitch!) I never wanted you.

  

                                        FIN 

To You, From Love…

Hey!…I’m waiting for B_____, (and reading your texts). I’m waiting, impatiently for the moment I see you. I just wanna hold you and kiss you, until all the anxiety, the imagined negativity, (the monstrous, looming, typical humanity), leaves me and  my body becomes yours again…(unconditionally). Until then…xo. Jennifer.

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[A text message sent, to “the one”, some weeks ago.]

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My Life

My boy-s have such beautiful eyes: all in the name of their minatory, blue-eyed Daddy. Perhaps he is a menace; you can believe me when I say…he is. Fortunately, for all concerned, (I see through, right to) their hearts…and it’s so familiar to me. My other two children (my son and my daughter) look more than a little bit, just like myself…an undeniable genetic fact, that has caused each some dismay. Their character is sound and open-(perhaps it’s just my eyes), but….I’m in love; the purest love with all four of my children…(perhaps I will live long enough to hear them call me mom).

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HAPLESSLY SHAPEN

I was never molded;
Carved or formed to
serve you. I
observe you. But, I
couldn’t resist the urge
to try and feel you
(up) and out. (Searching
for lustful ignition). In
the wake of no one
and nothing, I’ve had
both admiring eyes
set upon you.
I am not limited to my
own brand
of deviations: (im)moral-
incantations. And though
satisfaction evades me.Through

a plague of impossibility.
I endure, (just to spite…).
With mere (in)consistencies ,
I am swimming, in
my individual-(really,
very personal)-severed
pool of sin.
And this is what drives me.
Makes me savor, (to
the very last drop)- holding
my tongue out, in the
downpour of
my bad behavior.

(It didn’t take long),
determining-our
surface compatibility. It’s
red hot, entwined-excitability.
I know how this will end.
(My stubborn German,
spoiled-predictability,
proceeds me). I don’t do
statistics, predictions, or
hypocrisy.
I would rather
ride you out,
to the ends of the earth,
(sweet baby). I really think
your starting to
drive
me
crazy.

(I would devour you,
If I could only feel you)…