Tongue Between Teeth

Being a girl

Being a girl
who does nat
exist in a body
ruled by nature
and the moom

Old enough forlust.
The creator was drunk
or tripping,

Perhaps.
it was a Friday afternoon?
When they threw
my cosmic alignment together
and sent me down too soon,

Unable to relate
smile in sympathy,
Rub backs and
make that noise.

She did not show
The allusive
Red-faced Aunty Flow.
But it’s alright
have same fun.
this is why.
Don’t even have to try.

It’s easy when you’re not concerned
with the fear Of procreation.

A careless smile
flashed with a whisper,
Sleeping with the enemies
share more in common
than Will ever tell,

I hold babies with dry eyes.
Free from maternal desire.
This pelvis is too narrow
This heart a selfish stone.

The bleeding angels
are a ticking time bomb.
The Jesus boys
pompous with faith and
well believed lies.

Lofty tales tell.
The fall of mankind
By lure of a vixen.

slipped free of
such punishment.

Perhaps
I’m not human?
Sometimes my ego
bends all out of shape
distorting everything.

Sequestered to a life o
f quasi masculinity.

I can like a man