Bone Paste Effigy

something so beautiful it makes me want to punch myself in the ribs

and turn all my bones into dust

and turn the dust into a paste

and use that paste to make a large paper mâché house

and I’ll fill it with paper mâché bone paste furniture

and I’ll live inside of it with my favorite beautiful thing

and I’ll use the leftover bone dust paste to make a paper mâché effigy

a bone paste Sica effigy

and light it on fire

something so beautiful it makes me want to build an effigy of myself and set it on fire

MOFO

my therapist just called her kurig a “mofo”

thought “oh yeah, that’s really good.”

worry too much about what underwear I’m wearing when I meet people because what if there is an emergency situation where I need to remove my pants, I don’t want to be wearing old stained underwear and have this new person in my life hate me

I would never judge someone based on the state of their underwear and certainly not in the middle of the nebulous emergency situation I’ve created in my head

I work at a sex shop and I don’t think my manager likes me

yesterday she told me to have “an alright day.” not a nice day or a good day, just alright

was this a microaggression or am I overthinking it.

feel like she’s told me too much about her husband’s penis and her clitoris to fire me but you never know these days

job security is a thing of the past

A Love Poem

i am afraid of motorcycles but I want to buy one

so you can ride it with me

and I’ll give you my helmet

and when we crash my head will splatter

and you can wear my brain matter like a trophy

it thought of you often

I’ve never written a love poem on purpose

is this a love poem