“I won’t tell you that you’re beautiful. I’m sure you’ve heard that a million times, but I will say this, your smile is a house that I would like to visit more often, and your hugs feel like the home that I’ve been searching for my entire life.”
“One of the hardest things about being a poet
is picking up guys, see
you can’t just walk up to someone and say
“hi. I really like something about your ears and I was wondering
what do you think god is made of?”
You can’t just go home with someone and say
“I know you’re trying to get laid, but
I was wondering,
how do you feel about looking at your window
and making up stories for the people who walk by
or laying in your bed and telling me about your childhood,
I know it’s small but I don’t mind you being close to me
I’m not crazy,
yes, I know we just met.”
One of the hardest things about being a poet
is I’ve wrote a million poems about yes.
I have thousands of poems about how I want you
to grab me and kiss me and tell me I’m yours, but
I’ve never written a poem for no.
They tell me I have a way with words, but the truth is,
I’m just reciting the lines and there isn’t a clever metaphor or rhyme
for please get your tongue out of my throat.
I shouldn’t have gone home with you.
There is no play on words
for when you ask me if I want to take this to your room
my voice box becomes as useful as air to a fish
so I nod.
My poems tell me to nod, my outfit tells me to nod, I came home with you,
so I must want to go to your room, right?
The feminist in me is screaming,
my face is screaming,
you ask me if I’m ok
you really are a nice guy
and I just keep nodding
everything is alright.
When you finish,
you kiss me.
Then you look at my eyes for the first time all night
wipe away my tears
ask me if I was crying.
I laugh. Of course not.
The truth is my tongue knows how to give you
exactly what you want but
it doesn’t know how to form the words
“you have the same smile as my ex boyfriend
and fucking you makes me cry.”
I am a poet.
I have millions of words racing through my mind
at 160 mph every second
so I think “no” might have gotten stuck in traffic
somewhere between my mind in my mouth
I thought you would see it in my eyes.
I didn’t mean to make you into my monster.
When you kissed me goodbye
I think you could finally taste it on my lips.”
Human beings sleep on average eight hours of 24, or one in three. The average human then spends 33.3 percent of his or her life asleep. If there was a baby born in the moment you first closed your eyes, that grew only while they stayed shut, and you lived to be sixty-years-old, that baby would…
“The summer my parents lost their marriage
like so many magnets kicked under the refrigerator,
my cousin and I named trees after babysitters
we never had. We lived in our bathing suits,
washed our hair in pond water and sunburned.
(Once, my mother slammed the screen
door so hard, I comforted the hinges.) I taught
my cousin how to make face paint out of spit
and dirt. She taught me to swim underwater.
(Once, I found my father weeping on the bed
they did not share anymore.) On the green carpet
of summer, we played until the cicadas, dressed
in dusk, called us to dinner. We kissed goodnight
and I ran home barefoot in the dark.
(Once, I sat between my parents and placed their hands
in my lap like a seatbelt. I do not remember this.)
To this day, walking at night on that creaking road
still reminds me of wolves.”
Kung ayaw mo na sa isang relasyon. Sabihin mo ito ng maayos sa partner mo. Magpasalamat ka, humingi ng tawad at magpaalam. Hindi mo kailangang ng permission nya. Kung ayaw mo na, ayaw mo na. Gawin mo nalang sana ito sa pinakamakataong paraan.
Asaran. Bangayan. Lait. Insulto. Murahan. Siguro ganito na talaga kami. Parang aso’t pusa, di magkasundo sa kahit na anong bagay. Pero kada bitaw namin ng masasakit na salitang iyon hindi kami naaapektuhan dahil siguro may TIWALA. Tiwala na sa likod ng bawat pintas ay may nakatagong pagmamahal at amor. Yun nalang siguro talaga ang paraan namin para ipakita na komportable kami sa isa’t isa. Na masaya kami na andyan ang bawat isa.