

Cosmo is NOT my Sustenance.Youre mad. Well of course I am! I have a vagina, dont I? I have that volatile, female way, Dont I? Arent I kooky? Arent I strange? Totally alien and likely to do something Out there.Cosmo is NOT my Sustenance.
Where is there? If I go there, what will I see? Rows and rows of high heeled shoes, Adonis and a bottle of baby oil, A slimmer waist, toned thighs, bigger breasts...
All these things that I am to want And more?
And what then?
When the children hav


Musings from my Rocking Chair.The words on the stone Settle on my tomb. The stones they have thrown Settle in my womb. While I become older, 'Till I'm shadows in a room.Musings from my Rocking Chair.
The curses I've uttered Are my sobriety. The lies I have stuttered Are my propriety. When I become older, They'll be my piety


Of Adages and Fairy Tales.You be a stitch, I'll be time, Then you and I will save nine Children.Of Adages and Fairy Tales.
And we'll all live in a giant shoe.


Tea House.To lie in a tea house - Or a haven, by another name, It still smells as sweet - To look into eyes and lie Is the foulest thing. In the presence of tea, candid thoughts Are expressed. I break The pattern.Tea House.
To cry in a tea house - A cramped mess of cushions and cups, Wicker and silk and wax - To finally admit, and cry Has only yet caused truths to rise. Frightening honesty one once hoped to swallow. It comes full circle. I break, I cry.
To leave the tea house - To break from your placenta and fall into the wor
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