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Out of anyone on any platform.

gal pal pal manifesto

you were made ruthless so you might protect your one body.

you were made heartless so you might have space to roam inside yourself.

you were made breathless so the world might enter you rather than you enter the world.

you were made gutless so you might feel the pain of your prey.

you were made shameless so you might become shiny and new.

you were made remorseless so you might not misuse regret.

you were made sightless so you might trust a touch of guidance.

you were made restless so you might search for love.

you were made unless you went to the work of making yourself.

As fat as a whale

And mean as a nail

As loud as a gun

And about as fun

Crown of thorns starfish

I’m a poisonous, invincible

Eating machine. I spill my guts

To swallow you whole.

I don’t even need a mouth.

A message to my enemies

Don’t worry, I’m already miserable.

I was already crumbling before

You ever even knew I existed.

Names? Don’t bother, I already

Call myself by all of them.

The switchblade is already

Between my ribs. I put it there.

The fire is set, the witch

Is melting, the monkeys

Are already flying zany

Through the sky black

With clouds. The clock

Is already ticking inside

My own mind. The torture

Of figuring myself out

Is something you could never

Wish on me. It’s all around me,

Loud, impossible bass, rumbling

Like movie thunder. My hot mess

Express has already left the station,

And the only good thing about that

Is you were never, could never be

On it. That ticket is too expensive

For you too punch, the price too dear,

The mechanics of my sadness too

Out of reach for you to ever come close

To making them whirr, to silencing them.

I want to give you what you need

I want to give you what you deserve.

I want to give you what you've earned.

I want to give you everything you give

me. I want, wait for it, to give you,

wait for it, love. I want to give you

some of my attention. I want to give

you luck. I want to give you sense.

I want to give you light, and sound.

Thunder. Twin layers of lightning.

Things deemed to be evil observed during the month of October

Dancing

Butter

Now

How come music doesn’t sound

As good as it used to?

How come rage floods me

As easily as joy used to?

Men and magic.

Men and anger.

Examples of their behaviour

Bulge out of books and shows.

They cast spells.

We are cursed.

Pikmin

I plant thousands of water lilies,

Hundreds of birds of paradise

On my way to chipotle.

I found a piece of plastic in my bowl

And yet, I still want to eat, like

As many chipotle bowls as I can

In my lifetime. Microplastics have been

Found in utero. As a friend, as a friend,

I will love you til the end.

The shock that human bodies go through

Would be too much for most cell phones

For my 35th

Birthday my present is a

Big hole in the wall

In line at the chipotle

Everyone is going through their preferences

Just trying to make the day over,

An explosion of puffer jackets

Leading toward the door

Traded New York for north york

The village for liberty village

I like to be in America

Elbows up

I like to be in America

Elbows up

I can feel my coolness slipping

away Like a second skin

My horoscope tells me I look

for love in all the wrong places.

Is it in another country?

Do I need to renew my passport

To find it? Is it in a place

Where the borders are closed,

Or that’s been deemed too dangerous

For Canadian visitors?

Is it somewhere that’s on fire?

Is it somewhere we’ve been wanting

To visit for a while now, but it’s not

The right time, the fires are still

Raging, people are angry and tourists

Are no help at all. Should I be looking for love

In a place where the local economy

Could use a boost? Should I look

For other options, somewhere with

A similar climate and food scene

But fewer current issues? Fewer

Political minefields and safety risks?

Somewhere protests are currently quiet.

Somewhere the looting has died down

For now. Am I looking for love somewhere

Too expensive?

Am I looking

For love in too many old haunts?

At businesses that have closed

Or changed addresses?

Am I looking for love

At the wrong angle,

Like an optical illusion

Where you have to blur your eyes

In order to see anything at all?

A white woman walks into a bar

And orders a pound of hot wings.

Waiter says, Are you sure you’re here

All by yourself? Woman says Yep.

I was raised to compete with my peers.

On sports tv, white women curl,

Sliding down the ice with eyes like razors

And light hair parted down the middle.

She fantasizes about screaming at people,

From a prolonged animal shriek

To ape like wailing to a guttural howl.

She imagines being punched

And taking photos of her face.

Your tongue is twisted,

your eyes are slit.

You need a guardian.

I want to be thought of as thoughtful

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