I need to put this somewhere.

So I can remember where I came from.
How ye tides have changed. Or haven’t. At all.

2004-12-13
imperfection and inadequacy said, “we shall name our child deena.”
i wish i was genetically enhanced.
i’d be perfect. i would have a perfect nose, perfect teeth, perfect
face. perfect body. i would be able to run for hours without tire,
remember [...]

In humble truths, I am very little of a life.

“I can’t walk across campus without being bothered,”
I scoffed to K on the phone, the other day.
“Oh, miss popular, sorry people like you Deena.”
(Except they don’t. They really don’t. I’m just
unfortunately notorious
for stupid reasons on campus.)
While on the phone with her, I’m stopped again.
I try to brush by people, without eye contact.
So in recognition of [...]

i hate this part right now.

i hate this heart right now.

everyone i care about always leaves me in the end anyways.

Brief.

I want to form a trapezoid with our legs
and crush lemons and strawberries
between our toes-
lick off each film of blistering taste, until we turn to dust.
I want to see you in sepia, in slate, in pearl-
shuffling your steps towards pressed elation.
I want to corrupt and debase every tangled
misword against your temperate name.
Flush them [...]