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Acknowledge me

It reaches further than "please fuck me" or "don’t touch me"

It’s a liminal in-between 

A line we like to call blurry

But I never asked you to undress me

My body abandoned me

My words went slurry

Tongue too thick to go beyond a mumble

Kind sir escorted me to save me from stumble

Four times play on my mind

One of them I even forgot

Until it accosted me during a usual d...

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To the man wanking at us on the nudist beach

To the man wanking at us on the nudist beach.

 

My body

Is the iron of my ancestors:

Constant creation.

It is weightless

In water,

A ripple

It stretches and shrinks

Like the days of summer.

My body runs warm like a shower

Glows like a gallop

Ripens and slides with sweat.

My body eats the world

Licking every second

And glides into itself

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On Bodily Autonomy and Geriatric Femininity

They never ask, the old ladies.
They just hug, pinch, kiss and
Cuddle at will. Babies are theirs,
You know, and they do love them
So much. I guess it isn’t their fault,
No one ever told them they aren’t
Free to touch at will. I once told
A woman to get her hands out of
My hair, and she said no man
Had ever asked her to stop
Touching him before. As an old
Lady, I’m sure she became anothe...

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Lady Porcelain Kindness

Lady Porcelain Kindness

 

A lady with clear pale skin, few blemishes

mar her daily perfection, playing a flawless part

in her sharp European presence.

 

Inclining her head like a brisk marching soldier

into First Year lecture theatres, she convinces

the boys of the glittering sincerity

of her blue, blue eyes. Somehow wise

beyond her twenty-four years,

she does joie...

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