"If you dont like the weather in Boston,
Just wait a minute"

last night
it was seven degrees outside
my teeth chattering
holding my body
for warmth
as I waited for my taxi
to arrive

the hail
felt like it was tearing my face into pieces
with every ice pellet
that hit my skin
I felt was tearing
pieces of you off my flushed,
warm cheeks

now,
it is morning
I havent slept.
my mind has been occupied
by you,
and lust filled fantasies
of you
inside of me
filling me until
I could burst

it is morning
the pellets that lashed me
violently
and landed in a soft pile
outside my bedroom window
are melting

I see the sunrise
the day
meeting the night
in a lustful embrace

if our bodies ever meet
I promise to make your sun rise
and then erupt
in a beautiful display
of spicy red
with hints of purple
to leave on the hotel sheets
a reminder
that tomorrows sunrise
is just a day away

you may be colorblind
but I will show you red
with my tongue,
my mouth
my lips

believe me
I will show you
color
how it's meant to be

you cannot
be at the summer cookout
eating chips, with my mom’s
famous
seven layer dip
and say
“i just want the beans, thanks”

while with your ***** finger
you push off
the - delicious, might i add -
4 cheese mexican blend
wipe off
the sour cream
onto the side of the dip bowl
pick
the strands of lettuce
off of your Tostino’s Scoop

before you are satisfied enough
to savor that bite.

no. you will take your chip
and you will dunk it
and get a piece
of every single layer
you cannot pick and choose
which ingredients to eat
out of a dish
that has already been made

but this is not the family cookout
this is oppression.

this is to all my women
who support gender equality
and claim to be feminists
yet belittle and dehumanize our
transgender sisters.
one less safe space.

this is to all my white people
who believe in LGBTQ rights
but are "all lives matter"
and the moment someone brings up
racism,
you tell them racism doesnt exist.

this is to my best friend,
who is an activist
of ending all of the above.
yet, who pulls my sleeve and says, “look
how fat that woman is
i can NOT believe she went out in that.”

you cannot pick and choose
when it comes
to
equality.

you can not
eat the seven layer dip
and go for the beans
while ignoring the rest.

accept.
acknowledge.
listen.
change.
try a bite of the dip
with all the seven layers
i promise
it will taste
even better
than before.

i could out you.
      in an instant
but.

“i dont want you to think
im only talking to you
because i find you ****”
well, you are
and you and i both know it
because im ****
and because i liked your writing
and cash and *** cells
sprung your mind
to initially reach out to me.

now maybe there is more
but finding me ****
and then actually ******* doing something
about it
are two entirely different things

i want to feel you inside of me
i want to arch my back
as you **** the hell out of me
making me see angels
and moan your name.

but no -
i will only taste the idea of that
the glimpse of passion
of lust
of what i want
to be ******
how i should be
fidelity
prevents you from moving forward

now maybe my opinion is bias
but unless cheating
is the strict definition
of skin to skin
skin to mouth
mouth to mouth
mouth to lips
my ***** lips around your ****
then you, my dear friend
have already been cheating
for about two months

maybe i just crave you
and by telling you
that the highest scale of flirting
is still cheating
you will say **** it
and just come to me
and **** me senseless.

maybe not.

i hope
she
continues to satisfy you
as much as you have been
to where
youve been reaching out
to others
to get that satisfaction

i will still
sell the **** out of your books
i will still
tell people
your writing is beautiful
and timeless
and that you are
an amazing person
i will still
refuse to eat meat
though i thank you
for helping me make that decision

you are still
my second-favorite poet
the first one,
is a much bigger **** than you
and hes never even been
in a single one
of my
wet fantasies.

i wish i could only see in monochrome
like you
i wouldn’t have to witness
the way the blue of my eyes
have seemed to achromatize
ever since
i stopped feeling rapture
for existence.

i wish i could only see in monochrome
like you
so i could avoid
the redness of the callow faces
that drift by me each day
the flush of their cheeks
filled with hope.

it makes me envious
for their sanguine blush
is untouchable to me.
i only flush red
with anger.

i wish i could only see in monochrome
like you
did you know,
our eyes are the same tint of blue?

the female sparrow
never seems to be satisfied
with just one lover.
she ***** them
then gets bored
and moves on to the next
sparrow
who can give her what she wants
maybe she seeks
diversity
because she has low self esteem
maybe she seeks
entertainment
because she is depressed
maybe she seeks
multiple lovers
because the moment she gets what she wants
she becomes bored
and she sees too much of them
and its no longer a mystery
i am the sparrow
with a multitude of men
i keep by my side
yet none of them love me
am i looking for love?
or a distraction?
i can tell you this much
valentines day
*****
for both the sparrow
and me.

this child is screaming
like somebody has grabbed him by the *****
and told him his wife cheated on him
on their anniversary.
and she’s been cheating on him
for two years
meanwhile,
getting mad at him
and causing fights
over him watching ****
and the history of him viewing
“hot teen **** loves ******* ****”
but she’s been getting ******
by his best friend
for two whole ******* years.
and his friend
was the one to tell him this.
he is heartbroken
and miserable
he feels like his entire marriage
and life has been a lie
married to this sick *****
who's been keeping him around for what reason?
it’s not like they have kids
they have a cat,
but they both know he’d probably let her keep it
without much discussion.
so why the ****
did she keep him around
if she’s been getting dug out
by someone who satisfies her
so much more?
that’s the kind of noise
that’s erupting from this babies mouth
i want to walk up to him
and tell him to **** it up
that life always *****
and he’ll have to learn it
sooner or later.
if this is ******* me off
so much
imagine how the *******
parents feel.
i would have drowned it
by now.
this is why
when people
tell me i’m a sweetheart
i laugh
because they don’t know
what goes on
inside my mind.