I don't know if.
Hi book a ma do.
How am I? How are you? How is how? How is then?
Where? Why? Who? What?
Mother Hen.
I don't know if.
I ken.
I don't know if. It's so much to give up. So much enadianess to set out on the curb.
For this banal suburb?
What's a girl want? What's a girl
need? We have sex
I cum
But I'm afraid I'll get
bored
bc it's so much
missionary
it's scary
(or rather
it's not scary)
(remember when
scared every time?)
(I don't want that
guy again--but remember
when?)
(A guy who became a--
but that's neither here nor
this Mother Hen.)
I have a guy
now
a man
now
he's solid
and sturdy
and supportive.
He's like a shelf.
A shelf I can rest my life on.
Do I want a shelf?
I'm no spring chicken
(Mother Hens
need nests, ya'know)
You say no
road trips -- I wince
but
Attest
Yes
I can
do thess.
I put a part of myself
outside of myself
bc of handsome
and safe and love.
But then
(it's a big deal bc
for ten years
Tights wouldn't dare)
(and this whole time
I have had a longing
and this, my new chance
sends me away
sad-songing)
I ask
New Year's?
And he says Eh
Why don't you ask your friends?
Is this how
Tights felt when
I asked him to outsource
sex
bc I'd lost my longing?
And it crushed his
soul
bc it wasn't just sex
he was angling for
(I mean a big part
of it was) (but it was more
perhaps
about connecting to
somebody outside of you
in a special
context?)
The shedding
of an old year
and this one
has been a wild
start and stop
and stress and yes
he's been
my base
but my OLDER base
was pulled out
and my OLD LIFE
was destroyed
in a maelstrom
where I sunk
into the possibility
of newness
and needed
to slip out of
the comfort
of the oldness
that held me
too tightly
that held me
too tightly
that held me
too tightly
Tights. A mint. A mic.
Breaking out from under
And he breaks me
completely
and an unraveling girl
is restitched together
nicely
by a nice boy
who kisses me
with longing
and isn't perfect
and asks things of me
and gives me
plenty
to eat, a warm bed,
gives freely
loves my girlies
is patient
and tidy
and I think
even if
I set the road
to the side
the road
will still be there.
Boris
will still be there.
New Year's kisses
aren't for never.
Because in return
You get a home
true love
a family
holding hands
sitting sideways
in our chairs
at the table
that grew
since I've been here.
And I think if
he wants
what I want
and I want
love and adventure and
stability
we can make those
things happen
in ways where
we're both happy.
We can be.
Ok then, book a ma do.
If.
Ok book.
Then.
(And wh--
now. here. calm. my dear.
rest. you don't need to do it all
my dear. just breathe
and be. enadi-y.
How am I? How are you? How is how? How is then?
Where? Why? Who? What?
Mother Hen.
I don't know if.
I ken.
I don't know if. It's so much to give up. So much enadianess to set out on the curb.
For this banal suburb?
What's a girl want? What's a girl
need? We have sex
I cum
But I'm afraid I'll get
bored
bc it's so much
missionary
it's scary
(or rather
it's not scary)
(remember when
scared every time?)
(I don't want that
guy again--but remember
when?)
(A guy who became a--
but that's neither here nor
this Mother Hen.)
I have a guy
now
a man
now
he's solid
and sturdy
and supportive.
He's like a shelf.
A shelf I can rest my life on.
Do I want a shelf?
I'm no spring chicken
(Mother Hens
need nests, ya'know)
You say no
road trips -- I wince
but
Attest
Yes
I can
do thess.
I put a part of myself
outside of myself
bc of handsome
and safe and love.
But then
(it's a big deal bc
for ten years
Tights wouldn't dare)
(and this whole time
I have had a longing
and this, my new chance
sends me away
sad-songing)
I ask
New Year's?
And he says Eh
Why don't you ask your friends?
Is this how
Tights felt when
I asked him to outsource
sex
bc I'd lost my longing?
And it crushed his
soul
bc it wasn't just sex
he was angling for
(I mean a big part
of it was) (but it was more
perhaps
about connecting to
somebody outside of you
in a special
context?)
The shedding
of an old year
and this one
has been a wild
start and stop
and stress and yes
he's been
my base
but my OLDER base
was pulled out
and my OLD LIFE
was destroyed
in a maelstrom
where I sunk
into the possibility
of newness
and needed
to slip out of
the comfort
of the oldness
that held me
too tightly
that held me
too tightly
that held me
too tightly
Tights. A mint. A mic.
Breaking out from under
And he breaks me
completely
and an unraveling girl
is restitched together
nicely
by a nice boy
who kisses me
with longing
and isn't perfect
and asks things of me
and gives me
plenty
to eat, a warm bed,
gives freely
loves my girlies
is patient
and tidy
and I think
even if
I set the road
to the side
the road
will still be there.
Boris
will still be there.
New Year's kisses
aren't for never.
Because in return
You get a home
true love
a family
holding hands
sitting sideways
in our chairs
at the table
that grew
since I've been here.
And I think if
he wants
what I want
and I want
love and adventure and
stability
we can make those
things happen
in ways where
we're both happy.
We can be.
Ok then, book a ma do.
If.
Ok book.
Then.
(And wh--
now. here. calm. my dear.
rest. you don't need to do it all
my dear. just breathe
and be. enadi-y.