In response to The Vindication of the Rights of Women by Mary Wollstonecraftt

Marriage like a wall
encloses you in your house.
You are chained to the sink,
your hands constantly under,
blue dish soap your perfume.

Break the chain!
Drain the sink!
Seek your own life of
Virtuosity

End of Class

Sitting in class

my mind up my ass

and the whole room going insane.

It's like a condom on my brain

and nothing can get in

and I am getting thin

and I want to go home and eat,

to hear those moving feet,

those engines softly flooring

as they eagerly escape.

please, clock that
looks like Abe,
be honest with me,
how many more minutes?

My Office

My Office

I sit on the floor,

Cement, my swivel chair,

Leaning over my computer,

Boogie board, my mahogany desk.

I feel classy,

As blue and pink lights laugh at my face

And candlelight twinkles my eyes.

I type respectable words on a respectable site

And lift my pinky up to reveal the words

creative. 

Mistle Toe

Christmas lights in my eyes,
Menorah flames on my cheeks,

He looks at me under that mistle toe
and the feelings I felt, I didn't know.
But the moment was there
and I took it
and kept it
hostage in my snow globe.

Second To Last Day

One day to go, and eager for summer,
we sat in the office selling the last of the school food.
He was there, Bob.
Our amazing office assistant,
the man who knew everything and everyone,
who told us stories about hobos at Berkley.
And he told us he was leaving,
and lunch was coming to an end,
and we felt parting in the air,
But instead of a last goodbye and good luck,
"See you tomorrow!"

And we never saw him again.

Finished

Finished

I look back at the pages:

Seven hundred and seventy-six.

I weigh the book in my hand:

Point-seven-eight.

I close it, as thrill rushes

To meet the floodgates of my pride.

I have done it. 

Mustard

Mustard
You are my enemy.
Your dainty yellow flowers repulse me.
You take over a plot with your chemicals,
destroying native plants
so your sperm can prosper.
Well, not for long.
I will grip your spiny stem and pull.
I wil yank you from your home
that never was your own.
And if that doesn't work,
I shall hack and hack and hack
until you are no more.

Cupping

Please.
Put a cup on my back,
with a flame underneath,
And through the manipulated plastic,
take my last breath,
And then, I'll feel it
Grasp me.

Feeling Friendless

Feeling Friendless

My social life

Feels like

An abyss.

An empty asylum.

I hit white walls

So hard but bounce back.

I can’t think

Of one person

That is thinking of me right now.

I can’t think that one day someone

Maybe, will lay with me in bed

Will like me.

Will know me.

Will see me.

I am real.

I am real?

Right?

Self-Confidence

Self-Confidence

In a failed attempt at showing my friends how I have developed in Scotland,

And the perfect coincidence that my parents would be out of town,

I decided to throw a party.

What more, I concluded that anyone could come

What more, illicit substances could be done.

What more, there would be no sun.

And I thought, what could be more fun.

So they left, and the sun left, and Tuesday night came with Excitement.

So I cleaned, and the moon cleaned, and possibilities expanded.

And as the clock struck 7, and no one showed, I believed still.

But as the clock struck 8, and no one appeared, I wanted to leave

But as the clock struck 9, and no one appeared, I stopped caring.

But as the clock struck 10 and no one arrived, I went outside.

But as the clock struck 11, and no one came, I closed my eyes.

And I thought, “Wow, I am going to have self-confidence issues.”