SIZE DOES MATTER

it got stuck
he shoved…
hard
so hard, in fact
I thought my back
was going to
crack open
and bleed
like a slit pig
at a barbecue

cold air rushed in,
so presently,
on top of getting impaled
my lungs burned
unable to accommodate
this sense of frigid
togetherness,
which I didn’t
want to do
anyway

with both legs parted
and firmly
planted,
he thrust even harder
causing great laughter
to resound in the foyer
as our huge,
absolutely gigantic
Christmas tree
fell inside.



WHO WANTS MONOTONY?

All blonde bobs should drop,
red locks could simply fall,
and brunette strands might dissolve.
Raven tresses, feeling singled out,
will hasten to abandon.

Mix blue, brown, and green eyes
to get a smeared gray hue,
making sure all eyes
are pressed back the same way.

Flesh should resist the incredible temptation
to paint itself yellow, or lightly brown.
Dare it ever to consider darkest black,
or to stay white like fresh snow?

Lips, once full and hard to resist,
are squished to fit onto an assembly line,
so they exactly fit…everyone.

And then there’s the mind.
Gray matter should not matter.
Can’t it react and create the same
regardless of whose epidermis it’s in?

Origin is a tough one, but how about
we all start from one, perfect place?
Wait a minute, I think we did that one,
birthed from Mother Earth.



WAITING FOR EXCEPTIONAL

A lady buys a couch;
no one shall sit upon it,
not ever.
Add to that fact the couch
is puffy and white
and she charged it knowing
every stinking payment would be late.

Three pair of sandals,
two pair of black boots,
and one pair of pink stilettos
hide in a box buried in a closet
under a white cloth.
No blacktop will ever hit the tread
of those store bought treasures;
daylight will not caress the footwear’s leather.

Silver knives, forks, and spoons,
worth a small fortune,
surrender their luster
to stay tucked beneath the illusion
ordinary days are too good for them.
One day, the gal who owns the utensils
will die
without actually allowing
them to poke food.

The red coat
is too pretty for such a drab day,
and the chocolate wool one,
with the cashmere scarf,
is only worn on Christmas Day,
but the black leather coat
might fade in the sun,
so she’ll just wear
the same old, green one.

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