I dreamt of running through a field of wildflowers
Stomping on grapes
And chomping into a hot dog saturated in condiments
While wearing white
I dreamt of running through a field of wildflowers
Stomping on grapes
And chomping into a hot dog saturated in condiments
While wearing white
I awoke in a cold sweat
Since when did drawing outside the lines feel liberating
Daring
Oh to be so bold as to sit with my knees apart
To not match my lip color with my sweater
To swear out of anger
And belch in public
God forbid if the walls of the lady’s house come
Crumbling
Down
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Baptism
First Eucharist
Marriage
Why must the church always jail us in lacey white
Dainty virginal perfection
And put us in heels
To wobble carefully, slowly, not overstepping
Constantly clenching our gluts
Fragile and proper
Instead of a stomping weapon, making us easily off balance
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Would the world end if I untied my corset and breathed deeply enough to scream
Threw away my heels and ran with abandon
Shredded my nylons and let my legs breathe and grow hair
Poured out my Diet Coke and fed my body sustaining nectar
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wow. amazing.
didn’t realize you were blogging! love hearing your words…