- Rabid wolves
- Misguided aspirations
- Broken glass
- Great white sharks
- Killer whales
- Runaway bus
- Lose rugs
- Cheese graters
- Romantic loves who are careless with hearts
- Excessive drinking
- Crystal chandeliers
- Exposed wiring
- Loose bricks
- That weird smell near the bathroom
- Guest bathrooms
- Bathtubs filled with body parts and lye
Your daughter is ugly.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her.
She was splintered wood and sea water.
They said she reminded them of the war.
On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
how to tie her hair like rope
and smoke it over burning frankincense.
You made her gargle rosewater
and while she coughed, said
macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
of lonely or empty.
You are her mother.
Why did you not warn her,
hold her like a rotting boat
and tell her that men will not love her
if she is covered in continents,
if her teeth are small colonies,
if her stomach is an island,
if her thighs are borders?
What man wants to lay down
and watch the world burn
in his bedroom?
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear,
a body littered with ugly things,
doesn’t she wear
the world well.
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
Aw, thank you! This message was very nice to wake up to. :)