Than moving forward success
She would sit ministers down and demand full confessionals
It’s important that we empty ourselves
Before proceeding. She would lie in front of them
Pleading to their shoes asking for his job back
They left she packed. They left
Her field research is on exorcism he told me That’s what she needs to concentrate on
A lifelong project to protect the possessed from the weak
She is the only one burnt, burning twice as theirs.
She can hide them and grow them and cure them and even if there is no autobiography
Let’s hope that the once possessed cultivate a memory.
She calls to say that the recent trend has been “grandmother divorces”
Some women put up with shit all their lives
And sometimes you want to stay for the children
But when those children have children
Your duty has been fulfilled and
They would rather die alone.
They kicked us out
We became too critical of the deadlines
The apocalypses that refused to pass
We gave away our stock piled water, rice, beans to the neighbors cross the street
We were supposed to bring them back.
We didn’t do anything right.
The man downstairs
He helps us from time to time with the rent
He doesn’t have any children or something like that
So he offered to help us
So if we leave now where will we go
We know that he’ll take care of us
You can leave us here and it wouldn’t matter.
You’re not the only ones with money.
On her honeymoon her husband casually asked her to loose weight
Right before dinner he sat her down and asked her to look outside
Jeju where servant girls were sent
To serve the thickest, bloodiest, political prisoners
The island of female pearl divers who kept the exiled alive
The men who continued by only writing books about justice
He asked her to look at the women on the streets
And count the number of girls thinner than her
If there is less than five than you can stay the way you are
He has a nice smile and holds onto his words
All his life he has been called kind.
All his life women have called him kind.
You become unfolded
upright, uncurvingly professional
most ready for the day—
here before he puts you on
before he walks, eats, leans on some steel metal chair
upright in presentation
crushing fibers &
making into edges the perfection
created out of will, desire.
I bring you to women with
short permed hair, black,
she takes you from me
promising to return you
uncolored, stain free, slightly scented
I think of how new you will be and
shop for buttons to press
shop for gold links to tighten to accentuate
Working towards the white
Unstained, crisp, the almost
When you come home I believe you can be sold
to someone unsuspecting
to a pair of occupied focals
willing to guess you younger
We could not sleep together and pretend.
Without pretension you show every mark
Your collar tells me a story
two yellow circles thick
one gray tone wide
it reveals softer waists with
breasts still clean
When you come home I only see tomorrow’s
clean, tomorrow’s white.
Assimilated in water
when pressed you confess:
too soft to appear
needed with limitations.
Can I replace you? Oh yes,