Do the thankless work
That no one will acknowledge
Lest you burn out from constantly performing for their attention.
Do the necessary work
That no one will see
Lest you forget your inherent value.
Do the unglamorous work
That no one will praise
Lest you lose yourself to seeking approval.
Do the dirty work
That everyone avoids
Lest you unleash your bile on others.
Do the messy work
That no one will see
Lest you lose your pearl and be a discarded shell.
Do the hard work
That no one truly wants to do
Lest you lay blame without cause.
Do the necessary work
That no one bothers to do
Lest you lose your will and get tossed about.
Do the silent work
That no one will hear
Lest you are left hoarse from shouting into nothingness.
Do the work you think is beneath you
That no one will let you forget
Lest you forget the contributions that allow you to live as you do.
Do the uncharacteristic work
That no one can point to
Lest you trade your individuality for conditional acceptance.
Do the inner work
That no one can take from you
Lest you rest precariously on the brittle foundations of vanity.
Do the outer work
That no one else can do for you
Lest you forget your agency to thrive.
The tea is hot,
It may transfer,
and leave lipstick stains on my mug
Selfie upon selfie,
She knows the look is right
Moisturizer, liner, blot, lipstick, blot…
So leave lipstick stains on my mug.
Will they notice and compliment her,
Will they think it looks good, and remain silent,
Or think it looks bad, and remain silent,
about the lipstick stains on my mug.
For trying too hard for too little,
For worrying too much about everyone else
When she is gone; the lip will stay,
stamped by the lipstick stains on my mug
Follow the path without knowing where it leads
Encounter yourself as you are, dispensing who you think you should be.
Avoiding fear is the trouble, acknowledging it is work
Remember you are worthy, especially without evidence.
Yet, They threaten to betray me,
To collapse this elaborate house of cards
Set against an unstable brick wall,
My energies perpetually expended,
There is just enough room for vague suspicion,
And terror of outright discovery,
Discovery, the great peril of want,
I yearn for its sweet release,
While at ease in its absence,
I am dangling precariously,
Quiet long inhale
Small irregular exhale
The heat of breath against my skin
In the small hours
Hands, thighs, everything,
Heavy with ease
Unencumbered by appearances
I am awake
You are asleep
Careful not to wake you
Drinking in this touch
When you did not set out to touch.
Teach me to cry,
to let my tears flow,
to let go.
Teach me to speak,
I’m hoarse from silencing,
I am tired of hiding.
Teach me to touch,
without an agenda,
for the sake of wonder.
Teach me to be naked,
to be lathered in oil,
and not recoil.
Teach me to want,
to give it a try,
before its time to die,
Teach me to be,
there is far too much doing,
barely any being.
Teach me to care,
enough to learn,
enough to forget.
I have but one goal,
Follow your lead,
To do as I’m told,
To sit silently and wait,
Or writhe wildly and call.
I promise I’ll be a good girl.
Please don’t deny me,
I’ll be a picture of discipline,
The training is never truly complete,
The scene is set.
I want to be a good girl.
With eyes closed,
I’ll follow the growl beneath your orders,
Safe and secured
I’ll be bound here, afloat here.
Make me a good girl.
Open for you,
Arched to you,
After the glistening drop,
I will care for you,
You will care for me.
And I will be a good girl.
When life calls us back,
To obligatory necessities,
Call me at a random time.
Absently regarding these marks,
Trembling and unsettled.
Tell me I am a good girl.
Listen without cause,
I invite you to listen.
Listen to that breath catch,
Let yourself, listen.
Listen to what I’m not saying,
What I am saying is, listen.
Listen with intent out there,
Where the waves meet, listen.
Listen to the token,
Outside your ears, listen.
When you can’t, listen.
Feel free to not make sense!
Feel free to not make sense.
Allow the sensation to speak into you…
Allow the sensation to speak into you.
Move and be moved beyond what is sensible…
Move and be moved beyond what is sensible.
Provoke these sanitized sensibilities…
Provoke these sanitized sensibilities.
If that makes sense…