I put on the red bra you thought was yours

Up and down the street, men were impressed enough with my spherical breasts

And angled feet

They entitled themself to my body

And in the four minutes i waited for my cab

I am the girl that put on eyeliner

After being body snatched by someone that

Didn’t know me or love me or earn me

I wonder if god is watching at church camp.

I wonder why when im a woman, why he take and take and take.

I come home exhausted, and you wonder why i wore the red bra, designed for you.

I wonder why the towns on the map of my body are all named after the men who discovered it.

humanity is acting calm

and inoffensive

when you are shoulder to shoulder to to shoulder to shoulder to shoulder

over rusty heat map tree tops

over oceans

above the clouds

and inside the sunset.

are we too tired and jaded?

is it obscene?

to be seen gleaming, bright eyed,

ten thousand feet high?

did the business class not intend to feel alive when flying?

give me some

we can break open

some still softness of our time here,

like fluff titty rice pillows.

speak in languages,

some are unknowable.

some are glances and fire eyes.

furry static between words,

standing still, moving sentiment in

the deeper rivers of our heart cartographed in action.

fingers yield to deltas

lazy syrup and spit

mix and dripping.

we love, we are prisoners of time

but she is smiling

the algorithm has been sometime set, so

sit with who we have, are, will

some pieces stay the same.

it so pleases to

buck some change and lay, lay, lay

i remember i got to see the mountains

in a dream

or,

the space between the mountains

where lights bounce off striping time

and it was like a tram pan

so gentle, i gasped

and likely, some other things happened

that are secrets to my heart