Its personal. 2/22/18

“Taken for Granted”
A one clit
Nipple twist
Into submission
Or volition
A fight for space.
Nuerons misfiring
And ironing
Out
All common sense
Sledgehammers
In the hands of Builders
Infastructure
Destroyed?
Or remodeled?
Tired of wondering
Bring 4th of July
To a winter picnic
Let Vitamin D
Deficiencies
And
Other
Deficiencies
Spark and ignite
Rainstorms
Seat belt warnings
Traction control
Turned off
Feelings get soft
When overly exposed
To air
Airing out
Overdue apparitions
Of swallowed mediocracy
Cacophony
Of noses sniffling,
Unable to determine
The scent of
Danger
Anymore.
Dogs can smell thousands
Of times
Better
Than we can.
And they can
Love that
Way
Too.
So whose bite hurts more?
Its personal.

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Uncomfortable Defaults

I ask permission

for even

the smallest actions,

because too many times

I was stripped naked

and never questioned.

I learned to gather

any enjoyment from

being of service.

Nervous,

I learned that

shutting down

made me safe.

I’m uncomfortable

unlearning

that which has protected me,

even though I know

the hands that now touch me

offer home;

My fears

vibrate in this healing space, because

I still hesitate.

I still shake,

unable to know how

to offer more

than

my default.

Unsure if I ever will.