Hello freaks

Hello my soft weekend wind-down clowns~ It is POETRY SUNDAY, when I post one of my peeoom for you. You know,,POETYR SUNDAY? Remember? I do it every week (~~I'm gaslighting you~~)~*~*~*~

two porcelain faced softbody clowns sit next to each other

Stuck playing house instead of dragons again

I am so tired of this girlhood womanhood business
dealing in quiet voices fluffy pens and eyelash wishes
when we play house by the climbing wall I want to be the dog
you grow round like a pomegranate and listen to the children scream
I’ll be pissing in the yard, marking the world as mine

I’m the heartbreaker, the runaway
you content yourself with florals that give off the sickly scent of funeral homes
dreams that unwind like ribbons chopped and tied into your daughters’ hair
I’ll go to work chasing pinecones with the other boys
the sting of seed and scale on skin hurts less
than passive give us-this-day-our-daily-demureness

I want wind stung cheeks and a wagging tail
leading the chase, bare-breasted asshole-out alpha
wolf heart pumping as I sprint, ears pricked, girls gasping as I go
I grab them by the scruffs, one by one–come with me
and remember what it feels like to hunt and to howl