Day 22

Today I part for Mesa. Tomorrow we go to Vegas. I am genuinely excited to travel so far from home. Of all the 10 years I’ve lived here in the US, life is always a routine. Eat, go to school or work, clean, go to sleep, and repeat. We’ve always wanted to see other places and the closest from that is what we see from movies and Friends and other TV shows. Heck, I haven’t even seen most of Tucson since all we do is work, work and work. We missed many weddings, births, birthdays, and funerals because there was never any money or time. Traveling seems so insignificant to many people. I never take anything for granted.

Cloudy Rhythms

Cries of a young Sun’s
Skies toxicated your
Mouth’s calligraphy

First time using Tumblr on the phone

This is weird…

Day 21

It’s so hard to find shorts that are good enough for me. My butt is too big and my legs are too fat. I’m a 5 but I have to wear a 7 because everything else but my waist and hips get in the way. After I find shorts that fit, they can’t be short (hence, the irony). They have to go at least halfway down my thigh or else it is redundant and disturbing when my legs keep touching (or how I say it—apologizing to each other).

This is my checklist for buying new shorts:

1. the pull-up. This means that the struggle from sliding the shorts from my ankles to my hips does matter.
2. the button-close fit. In other words, if it doesn’t close on you, don’t force it.
3. the sitting test. I do this by squatting or sitting if there is a place to sit. If it slides down when I sit, showing my butt crack, then now it’s a good time to avoid myself of being the pun to a silent joke from people behind me.
4. the walk. This is to make sure how long it takes for my shorts to rise up my thighs. Just face it, with legs this thick, it’s gonna happen. What matters is how often.

In a way, I hate summer. I hate how hot it is, specially in Arizona, and how I have to wear less clothes so I don’t get dehydrated. We’re not sluts, guys, we’re just trying to do the same as you when you’re hot, except we don’t take off our shirts in public when we feel like it. I don’t understand why we have to dress like devout Mormons on a 101 degree day to prove to you we’re not “asking for it.” I don’t even know what that means. Asking for what? Sex? Rape? Disrespect? Tell me—how many people actually ask for disrespect or rape upfront?

Held Down

wrapped in chains
I’ve been blanketed by hard,
cold steel

too long has it been since I last
saw snow trickle down grey,
frozen skies

and too long has it been since my smile
strained my muscles
increasing enthalpy in my limbs

I need more time
to say good night, to bid farewell
and hand you over to obscured skies 

Day 20

By far, this might become the best summer I’ve ever had. I’ve never been out of state and this is just something new. I’ve even been reading about California and Nevada and the climates there. I’m excited about Vegas and San Francisco and competing in Brave New Voices. That, to me, is the best summer a poet can hope for. We’ve been cutting out meals just so we have enough money for new clothes and gas money and things for the trips.

Yeah, I know. Not a good poetic diary entry. But concrete is good enough for me. Reality is concrete with abstract inner shells, right?

Women don’t have to:

• be thin
• have a vagina
• give birth
• cook for you
• have long hair
• wear makeup
• have sex with you
• be feminine
• be graceful
• shave
• diet
• be fashionable
• wear pink
• love men
• be the media’s idea of perfection
• listen to your bullshit

(via laevetin)

Poetry

poetry is just 
words  over  lines

the glue, rhetorical 
the story, usually allegorical 
and meaning metaphorical  
              watching word placement 
     making sure 
you’re meaning 
something appealing 
to you at least or most.

use full stops. 
to put to an end 
capitals only if selected 
but rules in general neglected

no revising too much
or you’ve slaughtered  
oiled the waters of  
your original  
                           point. 
and the point alone 
the poem’s end

don’t eloquentise 
or use words  
you wouldn’t usually - 
unless, like above 
they’re completely made up.

trim those stanzas
fuck rhyming couplets 
never write on a keyboard 
but seriously

truly, my only advice
would be not  
to foolishly attempt 
like I, 
to make rules. 
goodbye.