In The Bathrooms

Between classes
The girls by the mirrors
Are thin and blonde
Bronzed and made up
Like expensive models.
Against the walls
Eyes down
Not looking at
Mirrors or Models
The girls are pudgy
And curved like
Venus or Aphrodite.
They all disappear
Into the stalls
And wretch up
Cafeteria psuedo-food
But none of them
Hear each other.

Size 12P

They say I am Petite
Because they do not wish to say
That I am much too short.

They say I am a Plus Size,
Because they do not want to say
That fifty pounds less would be better.

My mother says the dress is beautiful
Because she does not want to tell me
That it needs to be three sizes larger.

The cheerleaders are honest
With the casual cruelty of cats
“Move it, Jumbo.”

Codependent

Thou, my palest flower,
Thou art mine only goddess.
I shall throw myself to thy feet
And beseech thee spare my heart
From thy most cruelly tender words.
Spare me thy fierce scorn and I
Shall worship at thy shrine till
I am whithered and bent with long years
Of loving bondage to thy alabaster monument.
Stand thy defenses down and let me pass.
I plead, I beg, I implore, let me adore thee!
From near instead of far, let me adore thee!
For many endless eternities, let me adore thee!
Weigh upon me every task small and great,
And I shall not thee fail.
For I shall throw myself into such task as you deem fit-
I shall be thy protector, thy servant, thy mistress;
I shall be thy champion, thy spaniel, thy slave;
All I ask is this: Let Me Adore Thee!

Lilacs On A Thursday

I wrote this one for a scholorship- and then never submitted it.

The sunlight pouring
in through the windows
is cold and white.

The coffee in my
pale green mug
is cold and creamy.

The book balanced on
my bare white knees
is worn and grey.

The lilac sprouting
from the ceramic pot
is raining purple blossoms.

I'm in the computer lab. I'm bored. I think I'll write some poetry. Yay.

There was no
Flash of light
No crash of
Thunder
There was just
Him
and
Her
And not loving
Each other anymore.

Hm... Good enough.