Mom's Day

I might hail 

From Cincinnati 

If you're asking where I'm from

But I hail to

Dionysus 

Until the bottle's done.

If you ask where 

I am going

You'll see where I have been

I tried the vodka 

and the beer

I've even tried the gin

But now I'm pushing 

Thirty

And I'm looking at the grapes 

I'm not drinking to go out 

But I'm still looking to escape

Hail Dionysus 

Hail the vine

And hail the kitchen table

Call the girls

And pop the cork

We're gonna sip

While we're still able

Understand

Thank god for the little girl who sat beside me

On that flight when I wanted to die

But didn't care either way

Thank god she looked over at my phone 

And smiled 

When she saw the little mermaid playing 

I don't understand children

But I understand how wonderful it is

That they understand 

Me

Lesbian

My fingers are pruney and my pussy is soaked

My body she tingles my backbone is sloped

I see my breathe exhaled in the night

My cunt is a rocket and she is in flight 

The take off we nailed the headboard is raw

My cunt she flies high but my eyelids they fall

Break Up

You don't really know 

mental illness 

until you've sung

A break up song 

to your own self.

Not Just Love

I think perhaps it is all dreams

A human dares to dream

and not just love 

that arrive to change your life 

when you least expect it. 

Humps and Thumps to Swerve Around Words

Ugh fuck it I'm headed to bed.

Anyway I'm on fire with words 

And leaving on a *high* note, so...

Have a lovely day my 

phenomenally curved 

Girl who is heard

Speaking her words

Via making her thumps.

Thumps so the grunting 

men can learn something 

From the constant rumbling

And distant drumming of 

Athena gone hunting 

Looking for nothing 

But from where it's coming 

these beats that keep thumping 

From she who is something

To hear in the woods.

You do what feels good 

Like today you could 

Pretend to be loud 

And let out your sound 

Without being worried 

Athena would hurry

If she could hear fury

In your fingers 

You know that bitch, though

She's all for a solo

One woman show

She's not gonna throw

Herself into you so

Just silently know

Athena likes a chase

It's basic

Don't waste 

A full day

On some just-in-case 

Play

When we know the day

She finds you she'll say 

OMG hit this bong

Now this drum and hit strong 

And she'll join along 

In your wordless song

That welcomes the dawn

And battles her yawns

With its power to perk-up Athena.

It's not a battle cry if you're drumming, my sister. It's a battle sound.

Longing for the Deep

Live with me on the ocean floor

Sleep with me on the beach 

Travel on from shore to shore

We'll never buy, but lease

I want your lips forever more

Until as sea foam we're deceased

I'm alive where the birds soar

But I'm longing for the deep