I woke up with a vagina between my legs / A permanently smooth face / And soft skin / And I cried because the nightmare was over
Images of pale decrepit men / Hiding in bulky suits / Billion dollar corporations hovering under each frail chest / Of course they named all this shit after themselves
I heard the mail man stop by / I got up and went outside and found / Two other people doing just the same / Now I’m just as boring as everybody else
A clap on the back, a glimmer in the eyes / A smile that doesn’t fit; glowing skin /A tension I didn’t want, my coulda shoulda woulda didn’ts / You ole so-and-so how you doing
I woke up with snow on my mouth / Little crystals drifting by my face / Frosted lips, chapped and smiling / Flakes pillowing together
A swarm of angry bees. Whirling like a hurricane. Buzzing, impossible to hear above the roar. They don’t understand. They weren’t there. They didn’t see him.