escapril day 26! prompt used was my own 'dancing on a wednesday', and was inspired by @/moonannwrites (instagram) poem 'The Anatomy of a Dyke'!
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[ID: an original prose poem titled 'If god Exists'. either side of the title are lavender sprigs, and the poem is in paragraphs. poem begins:
She pulls you in / threads you around her teeth / giving you hot rush / and the chill of enticement / a tongue that licks teeth like just dessert / her body not a desert / lush with hair and tattoo and acne / to be lost in / hair that sticks up like lightning / to be left on your pillowcase / a stomach that folds and cascades galaxies / puts a chain around your throat and acts the innocent / though there’s no weakness in her blood / looks at you under eyelids like undressing / a wound to be drank / and how you will drink / the night away.
Her fingers reach into roots / tracing the lines of lesbianism back decades / her rolling eyes reminiscent of dyke bar lights / her short nails reminiscent of a brick throw / her boots reminiscent of marching blisters / her thick hands reminiscent of tending the dying on wards / both abandoned yet / hostage / scars like ageing an oak / following the history of / bathroom haircuts and blowjobs / closet hiding and burning / yelling mothers and terrified lovers / disgusted friends and soaked sheets / unending nights and binge drinking / bingeing every chance at touch / at reality / she could get / to tide her over / until the tide took her over / when she needed sea-salt in every corner of her life / threw away the shaver and the boyfriend / got a lesbian one instead / kisses her at the bus stop / chases the man who called you a dyke / for a whole block till he’s weeping / stands outside the bathroom stall / to make sure you’re given no shit / shoulders folding into wings / that she now lets fill the sky with light / gathers faggots / dykes / bisexuals / tgirls / holding all in warm embrace / and sickly sweet blood / jeans stained from it / knuckles from beating / lips from wine and kissing / lets her eyelashes stick to each other / knows she looks hot as all hell / in joggers and hangover / she gives you eternity / and every wish and yearn you ever had / the impossible on her tongue / then takes you dancing on a Wednesday / takes you / takes all of you / every damn way.
Wears just boxers and sagging tits / hickies like islands / says to you over burning pancakes / here’s what catholics are afraid to admit / if god exists they’re a Dyke / only a Dyke could build the world in five days / with only stubbornness, toolbelt, forearms and sweat / you remind her that / they technically ended the world too / in a flood or whatever / she says / yeah? Have you ever seen a Lesbian breakup? / you say / wow / god’s kind of toxic / and ask / where are they now? / we’re in need of fire and brimstone more than ever / especially for a certain subpar children’s author / she shrugs / fucked if I know / probably off having sweaty Dyke sex on mars / you nod / good on them / she flips a blackened pancake / tilts her head like she has / no idea how it happened / WAIT, NO / VENUS!
end poem. in the bottom right corner, the writer is credited as 'Ren H.' end ID].
#day26 of #escapril titled Brave . When I was young I played in dirt And climbed in trees Ran around barefoot Scraped my knees I rode a skateboard Or my bike Down the steepest hill I could find I’d raise my arms out Hold my palms to the sky With the wind in my hair I felt like I was flying I jumped off swings Hung upside down Off the jungle gym And let myself fall I had no fear then I wish could say That hasn’t changed @escapril @savbrown #escaprilday26 #escapril2019 #poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #originalpoem #freeverse #writing #writersofinstagram #poems https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw2MaHxDVCb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=130wipg75nb9y
