TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2016

ELECTION DAY

ELECTION DAY

I grab myself by the pussy and there is an infinite history of pussies within me
I grab myself by the pussy and I hate the word that bestows hate upon me
I grab myself by the pussy and I hate the action that is an action of hate
I grab myself by the pussy and I do not hate myself
I grab myself by the pussy and I praise the pussy
I grab myself by the pussy and I am a baby born from a pussy
I grab myself by the pussy as the one true grasp at time
I grab myself by the pussy and you were also born there
I grab myself by the pussy and I am born inside the rapture
I grab myself by the pussy and I ask myself for more
I grab myself by the pussy and I build a wall where all my love is caged
I grab myself by the pussy and I am a comfort object
I grab myself by the pussy as a consequence of my body
I grab myself by the pussy and begin to dismantle years of negative self-talk
I grab myself by the pussy and I objectify myself with my own permission
I grab myself by the pussy and I’m alone in my bedroom so it’s a sin
I grab myself by the pussy and I yell and I yell and I yell loud
I grab myself by the pussy and I call her Moana and Cunt and The Heaviest Part
I grab myself by the pussy and I have another mouth for screaming
I grab myself by the pussy and feel so boy
I grab myself by the pussy and it is the pussy of a woman though men can also have pussies
I grab myself by the pussy and I sing the love of the body of man or woman
I grab myself by the pussy and finger the cord that turns on the ceiling fan of love
I grab myself by the pussy and the crown of my head launches through the ceiling
I grab myself by the pussy and I’m in my bedroom with my husband watching so it’s gotta meet his needs it’s we serve one another it’s gotta keep him interested it’s good wife it’s cool girl
I grab myself by the pussy and ask my lover to show me what she likes
I grab myself by the pussy and I’m the only muse I’ve ever had
I grab myself by the pussy and I answer my own questions regarding the physical existence of soul
I grab myself by the pussy and the soul is wet and warm and welcomes me quietly
I grab myself by the pussy and light a fire to toss through our hair
I grab myself by the pussy and hit send on a fire tweet
I grab myself by the pussy and remember the complexities of forgiveness
I grab myself by the pussy and forget myself
I grab myself by the pussy and I only do this when I’m completely alone
I grab myself by the pussy and I watch the great minds of your generation trapped in the beginnings of hate
I grab myself by the pussy and I refuse to justify my own desire to hate the hateful
I grab myself by the pussy and I make no room for another part
I grab myself by the pussy and you would be so lucky
I grab myself by the pussy, therefore discourse
I grab myself by the pussy and realize I’ve never said pussy aloud 
I grab myself by the pussy and you get it on hot tape
I grab myself by the pussy and I feel sad I have not known my pussy better
I grab myself by the pussy and I am honest in public — such as right now — though it scares me
I grab myself by the pussy and muffle those who’ve told me it isn’t mine
I grab myself by the pussy and I spell UNRAPE as a word that always was
I grab myself by the pussy and tell my trauma this’ll be the last time I need to tell her story
I grab myself by the pussy and I’m working to rewrite the histories of men grabbing at me
I grab myself by the pussy and my pussy grabs back
I grab myself by the pussy and sit and stare
I grab myself by the pussy and I claim all the air in the room
I grab myself by the pussy and that's how I tell you to go fuck yourself
I grab myself by the pussy and flowers begin to throw themselves into each other behind my teeth
I grab myself by the pussy and I hear a fly buzz in the stillness of the room
I grab myself by the pussy and turn the light on after the room has gone dark
I grab myself by the pussy and I am a perfect circuit, damp and sparking
I grab myself by the pussy and it relaxes and I feel safe
I grab myself by the pussy and I am very gentle, for all its been through
I grab myself by the pussy and feel safer with a handful of fur
I grab myself by the pussy and try to remember if I fed the cat when she was crying in the middle of the night or did I ignore her and go back to sleep
I grab myself by the pussy and purr
I grab myself by the pussy and remember the titans
I grab myself by the pussy and acknowledge that my SSRI has altered my libido
I grab myself by the pussy and allow myself to be bored
I grab myself by the pussy and wonder if the internet allows a holistic projection of the self
I grab myself by the pussy and take 45 selfies—I upload them to the cloud
I grab myself by the pussy and idly twirl my pubic hair while on the phone with the bank
I grab myself by the pussy and forget what to do with the other hand
I grab myself by the pussy and bite into a peach
I grab myself by the pussy and come back drawing myself into a place where each window is an altar to fog and water and dryland, sanctioned by nobody
I grab myself by the pussy and feel the waves beneath me
I grab myself by the pussy and let myself go wavy
I grab myself by the pussy and fill myself with gravity so I can sink to the bottom of the pool
I grab myself by the pussy and lay down in the furrowed field
I grab myself by the pussy, wild blueberries in a milk lake
I grab myself by the pussy and see her blue hair, shock of bangs flung back in prairie wind
I grab myself by the pussy, eye of the still water in the eye of the marrow
I grab myself by the pussy and I walk us to the end of land
I grab myself by the pussy and we start a fire
I grab myself by the pussy and blue smoke fills our eyes
I grab myself by the pussy and imagine its changing color
I grab myself by the pussy and I am the sharpest reddest rose
I grab myself by the pussy and I cast the spell of no metaphor | actual transformation
I grab myself by the pussy and I count myself among the almonds
I grab myself by the pussy, persimmon light orb
I grab myself by the pussy and I lean so far in I swallow all authority
I grab myself by the pussy and say no 
I grab myself by the pussy to remind myself who has the power
I grab myself by the pussy and I cross my legs to keep my secret
I grab myself by the pussy and seal the opening to encroaching winds
I grab myself by the pussy, by the soft warm, by the wet dark
I grab myself by the pussy and make you sweat
I grab myself by the pussy and flick a toenail at your door
I grab myself by the pussy and I walk like that: staring right at you
I grab myself by the pussy and climb down the ladder that made no room for us but windows
I grab myself by the pussy and cry for one thousand nights
I grab myself by the pussy and shut the blinds, turn inward
I grab myself by the pussy, licorice root in our cups 
I grab myself by the pussy and know why doves cry
I grab myself by the pussy and know I am not the first, nor the last
I grab myself by the pussy and this is because I have no bootstraps to pull myself up
I grab myself by the pussy and get myself out of bed
I grab myself by the pussy and try to remove from it the fear of confronting my privilege
I grab myself by the pussy and the church lady stands at the front of the bio class, silver gum wrappers on the floor
I grab myself by the pussy and make a new a floor
I grab myself by the pussy, hope that quake doesn’t hit 
I grab myself by the pussy and writhe noticeably
I grab myself by the pussy and I harness the energy of my own expansion
I grab myself by the pussy and recite a couple choice ballads in the yard
I grab myself by the pussy and improvise most the words
I grab myself by the pussy and improvise all the words, fuck the words, I’m on a roll out here!
I grab myself by the pussy and I’m on stage and it’s a dance move
I grab myself by the pussy and it throbs to exhale
I grab myself by the pussy and hit the high notes of "Under Pressure"
I grab myself by the pussy and I am one of billions of pussies
I grab myself by the pussy and welcome my distinguished guests
I grab myself by the pussy and I am all of the women/animals
I grab myself by the pussy and remember I’m just a moth among moths
I grab myself by the pussy, honey bubbling, shrimp and their shed exoskeletons
I grab myself by the pussy, humming the choral language of unfound sea creatures 
I grab myself by the pussy and howl at the moon
I grab myself by the pussy and I watch as everyone does the same
I grab myself by the pussy and bloom an obelisk to honor my hollow
I grab myself by the pussy and create a visual barrier
I grab myself by the pussy, drive with her and her bloodstone through a bloodstone canyon
I grab myself by the pussy and fold myself into the shape of an arrow
I grab myself by the pussy as it electrocutes fibrous future light 
I grab myself by the pussy and am pearlescent
I grab myself by the pussy and I unfold into a room I walk inside with no roof
I grab myself by the pussy with the fists of unplanned atoms 
I grab myself by the pussy and I am treasure blinding because of my geometry
I grab myself by the pussy and I honor my existence
I grab myself by the pussy, practice surrender
I grab myself by the pussy and surprise even myself
I grab myself by the pussy and I merge onto a highway of other speeding pussies
I grab myself by the pussy and fall in step with a stranger on the street
I grab myself by the pussy and you come along
I grab myself by the pussy and tell you to do the same, like grandmas with hand mirrors
I grab myself by the pussy and wait until everyone is making direct eye contact
I grab myself by the pussy and I hold a baby, a fruit, a bubble, a pistol, a fissure, a singing fish
I grab myself by the pussy and become my mother
I grab myself by the pussy, & tear the pages from the bildungsroman, & begin again
I grab myself by the pussy and I breeze through revolving doors without hesitation
I grab myself by the pussy and this is what I call a dance move
I grab myself by the pussy and I’m wearing sweatpants I’m wearing a hijab I’m wearing a sari I’m wearing a prom dress a business suit a swimsuit a miniskirt a pair of jeggings from Goodwill
I grab myself by the pussy in my Calvins
I grab myself by the pussy and lead the room in a round of coordinated meditative kegels
I grab myself by the pussy and give you some lithium
I grab myself by the pussy and this time with feeling
I grab myself by the pussy and get fed up
I grab myself by the pussy and make it nice
I grab myself by the pussy and I feel fancy with body
I grab myself by the pussy and it is glistening with criticisms
I grab myself by the pussy because I'm nasty
I grab myself by the pussy and it's as pointless as explaining a dream
I grab myself by the pussy and am impressed by the grip
I grab myself by the pussy and then rage and rage and rage
I grab myself by the pussy and the future bleeds out of me
I grab myself by the pussy and I understand why you are afraid of this
I grab myself by the pussy and I am guaranteed returns
I grab myself by the pussy and I am the island you take to the desert island
I grab myself by the pussy and history inverts, a rush of red ribbon flutters back to the mud
I grab myself by the pussy and say, yeah, go ahead, write flutters, write whatever you want, you’re immortal
I grab myself by the pussy and live forever, not even metaphorically, it’s just this weird thing that happens
I grab myself by the pussy and paint smiles with my menses upon the faces of all smug men 
I grab myself by the pussy and it's just like a fairy tale
I grab myself by the pussy and feel fine, actually
I grab myself by the pussy and I speak blunted words to the world
I grab myself by the pussy and decide I don't have to explain shit
I grab myself by the pussy and conjure all the women alienated by pussy labor
I grab myself by the pussy and I am a diamond mine that is one giant diamond that cannot be mined without being chiseled into smaller stones so we leave me
I grab myself by the pussy and I am two facing mirrors in an infinite discourse of self
I grab myself by the pussy, and say: I swallow no pride, I spit it
I grab myself by the pussy and pull myself headfirst back through myself—what magic manifold—myself after myself: I am an army of unstoppable pussy—ride or die pussy, boss bitch pussy, intersectional pussy, stay home pussy, nights were never yours pussy, bowdy bowdy pussy, look here pussy, come again pussy, #blacklivesmatter pussy, #nodapl pussy, I pay my damn taxes pussy, fucking over this bullshit pussy, hangry pussy, glitter pussy, rageful pussy, zaftig pussy, cheeseburger pussy, dismantle white supremacy pussy, bilingual pussy, stressed pussy, broke pussy, busy pussy, hustler pussy, pussy can't stop won't stop pussy
I grab myself by the pussy and heal you of all your diseases
I grab myself by the pussy and say, it’s time to spit the poison out
I grab myself by the pussy and begin to concoct the antidote
I grab myself by the pussy and look at places I cannot reach
I grab myself by the pussy and know one hand in the wound is the source of my power
I grab myself by the pussy and it's a distraction from the panic sitting on my chest
I grab myself by the pussy and rainbow into the grave where every pussy waits 
I grab myself by the pussy and the blood there is the flag of the earth
I grab myself by the pussy and see stars and stripes as far as the eye can see
I grab myself by the pussy and I wail
I grab myself by the pussy and yet nothing is being held
I grab myself by the pussy and hold forth 
I grab myself by the pussy and I'm not far now
I grab myself by the pussy and say, you’re powerful 
I grab myself by the pussy and cry grateful for my hand
I grab myself by the pussy and I get very brave
I grab myself by the pussy and say, you’re here, you’re safe, you’re alive again
I grab myself by the pussy and I brace myself for what’s to come
I grab myself by the pussy and find god as she was named 
I grab myself by the pussy and I can finally describe the feeling of change
I grab myself by the pussy and I am the original flame
I grab myself by the pussy and say, you are real, you are valid, you exist
I grab myself by the pussy and I believe I am the prize
I grab myself by the pussy and ride bareback to the Hotel Wewonda crying, America, America, let’s make all things new
I grab myself by the pussy and I am the prize
I grab myself by the pussy and I deserve
I grab myself by the pussy and it goes without saying
I grab myself by the pussy and I do not say sorry
I grab myself by the pussy and I fly us
I grab myself by the pussy and I do not let go

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