leones et agnos

If given the unfortunate choice Of playing the perpetual victim Or assuming the “undesirable” role Of the reprehensible villain Which would I take? Without the need to hesitate I would plainly state, “Quickly— fetch me my dagger and a goddamn cape.” If it pleases thee To burn me at the stake? That’s… actually great Fry […]

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Quiet Time

Quiet is woman’s most misleading reprieve A method of marinating our collective madness A conservatory of fury and frenetic energy Which is why our silence Is so highly weaponized A righteous design Honed patiently for centuries By nature’s most dangerous darlings The Royal ‘She’ History’s ample antagonists So sublime is that quiet That fools are born and […]

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Ode to Arrow

Had he a quiver, as Artemis? Embossed insignia, buckskin stitched Pandora’s precious satchel, steadfast Braced to spine as iron to drowning lung Had he a bow, as Apollo? Strung taut, thread of goldenrod Emblazoned with fate’s interferences Pierced as kismet to Achilles’ bleeding heel Had he an arrow, as Eros? Opium dipped, love’s apocalypse Molten […]

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the fatal law of femininity

  the fatal law of femininity within confines articulates the gravitas of unyielding fidelity as if prison walls painted of rose briar’s are disguised from their design of captivity — a. duncan, 2019    

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hollow (point)

today I dodged a bullet  twenty something ammunition  disguised as stale carnations the kind of flowers  given when sentiments are especially hollow (point) today he jumped the gun twelve gauge blanks disguised as sweet caresses the kind of fingers given when intentions are especially dry (fire) oh, most fortunate hesitation blessing me with  high caliber […]

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past tense

she mattered in moments, in afterthoughts and orgasms she mattered in battles, in breakdowns and fits of boredom she mattered in winters, in lunacy and self imposed ire she mattered in mistakes, in theories and intensities she mattered in trials, in drunken smiles and demises she mattered in backgrounds, in postponed requitals she mattered in […]

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reputation

my reputation precedes black hole cheekbones wildflowers for eyes born of addictive bloodlines resolute in an organic rebellion that is purely my own wild like a drunken moon chasing what if’s and very soon’s passionate as cleopatra on egyptian aphrodisiac’s enraged by the suggestion of patience, of quiet and resolute piety I speak in storms […]

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Frida Kahlo

I am the steel corset and creased slacks I am the pain disguised in paint vibrant palettes bled by turpentine on drunken tirades, in fits of boredom I am the bewilderment of fading beauty the obedience of grieving the self portraits, naked laden with strangely conflicted expressions a phantom on canvas, the unseen genius agave […]

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as if

tonight, i whimpered your name as if it belonged to me as if it were raining outside and we’d left an old window ajar, the kind with a splintering oak frame, chipping lead paint two panes of muted glass, gathering condensation and our two mouths, finding each other in the dark, like incomplete constellations surrendering to […]

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linger like the moon

sometimes I imagine your bed and you, in it murmuring incoherently between restless gusts of sleep frustrated by the dreams where you still can’t escape your own idiosyncrasies stomach in celtic knots fate’s clever and cruel manner of reminding you that you’re handsome not invincible so the story goes i linger like the moon a […]

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the rebel writhes

“Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.” – Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance   self imposed insomnia and the chemical intoxication of sleep deprivation she’s a clever little catastrophe chasing highs and unconditional flattery the rebel writhes as nile length legs snake through Egyptian cotton sheets  lips still […]

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