need is a funny word (for g.g.)

i get up with
sex crazy hair
and we didn't even
bone

i sleep this way
naked and open
because this is how you make me feel
free
full of light
(red)
real
essential
(blood-like)

and in each moment we share
i feel like i'm giving you
everything you need

and really that's all
i want to do
let's stay free

When I was in fifth grade, these girls would get on my nerves, saying things like, “We’re going to the store. D’you wanna come with!?” at which point I waited…and waited for them to finish their questions.

They never did—I was appalled.

I would think to myself (in the very moment), “Why are you butchering the English language in such a brutal and vile way? With what? With whom? There is no question mark there! Finish your thought and perhaps I’ll consider coming along!”

It hurt me in an often inexplicable way.

for g.g.

There are things I see in you that remind me of a man I used to love
I thought at a young age that I was to marry him
And so now you have come and shown me a face similar to his and I for some time was of the thought that you would be a mirror to his image

but now I find that you are not so sweet as he
a bit more closed than he
and perhaps scarred to no end

I am compassionate to things like this
as a woman in love with love I understand how its absence can make us dry and bitter and expecting of cold winds in the presence of summer heat

and I understand the shielding of one’s self from these temperaments

what I do not understand is how you can turn away from the shining sun, after having bathed in her warmth and stolen moments in her glory
how you can turn away from all her beauty and then ignore the company she kept, the gifts she gave you when you were shivering and cold?
how can you walk with you head raised when you are one who has raped the sun
and robbed her of even a moment of her own radiance?