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Pleasure Is Measured In Presence

The bed and it’s room is no place for the computer to cast it’s shadow over your eyes My thighs and universe in between no place for carelessness, half truth, and lies Pleasure is measured in presence A place of vulnerable posture held by caress moved further to openness I let you in deeper through fear The stars of my inner night guide you The story of these constellations Passing expressions remain in memory long after the taste of your sweat has left my lips Alone now No light in the bed or it’s room Inside myself Closed eyes Thighs…

Borders borders

When I went through the border I heard a man speak his name, speak for his freedom and the freedom of those around him and I saw a soldier standing behind him who was there to kill, disappeared, repress, impoverish, murder, steal, lie, thieve, die sometimes too, everyday inside he died, that soldier, I saw it in his eyes soldier funded to stand there, given money, by a government that I “have” somehow to call “my own”.  … I Pledge Allegiance… But I can’t I can’t I cant I cant I cant I cant I cant I cant   When…

Hace mucho tiempo te quise

Hace mucho tiempo te quise. Fuiste la mujer de mi vida. El amor más grande de todos mis pinches 27 años. Tú me decías que era muy joven Y yo quería crecer y ser la mujer perfecta para ti. Quería que me gustaran las cosas que te gustaban. Quería alcanzarte y gustarte. Yo sé que te gustaba. Me decías que me querías. Sé que lo sentías… Que lo vivías. Te gustaba besarme. Me gustaba mirarte. A veces nos gustaban las mismas cosas. Pero nunca fue suficiente. Tú querías otra cosa. Otra vida. Tal vez otro cuerpo y no el mío.…

Men Threaten

Men like to threaten, to loom over us to show they’re bigger stronger I’ll beat you to a pulp, little girl. They use their loud voices push tobacco-scented onion-flavored beer-laden breath in your face and I’ll show you who’s boss. Who da fuck you think you are, bitch? worst thing you can call a man “a girl” “womanly” “feminine” “C’mon, ladies” — sneering football coach/drill sergeant — the biggest insult   Men say threatening things on your blog and send revolting pictures horrible pictures of other women beaten cut bloody headless bruised and battered This could be you, watch out,…

Soundless Song of the Corn Maiden

She stood there at the top of the mountain overlooking the valley The city and all its people inside. A skin tight black dress flowing flowing, breathing, as she stares up to the cosmos and brings down her clenched fists- and soon the sky burst forth and you heard that first damning sound of thunder while the acidic scent of moisture in contact with earth entered your nostrils, as she cries out in pain, “Bring on the storm! I, simply known as Malinche, who rides the winds as swift as justice, am opening up these vaults of pure and utter…

Love without walls…

I never understood the concept of love how my friends and family defined it or maybe I just had a different conceptualization of what this meant.   Because growing up I felt unloved by my own mother, the person who gave birth to me yet who also wished for my vanishment was hard. I grew up thinking that love did not exist, at least not for me. That love was only meant for others, but not for me. From an early age I decided to redefine the concept of love.    Redefine the concept of love not as forever, but…

Girl Code, Responsibility, Accountability and In Lak Ech

I didn’t believe my friend when she was raped. …… The last few years in Tucson have been a struggle to survive. With the battles in our communities and legislation targeting brown people of color on indigenous land – we have nearly killed each other and the work and the fight and the fighting has made us all sick – susto. It deserves writing that will never end now that it has started. Through it all, I now reflect on two moments when I know I fucked up. I monumentally fucked up and hurt other women. When it first happened,…