Eve in Duplicate Searching for New Horizons
Beads of food vapour shine on her body.
She reeks of garlic & onion.
But she is proud of her rudimentary state.
Glossy lips & mascara shine.
She smells ambrosial after having a shower.
But she is proud of her artificial state, too.
Caught in the in-betweenness
of the rudimentary & the artificial,
her eyes now glitter w/ intellect,
& act as a stroboscope
studying a body of theories
that only tries to locate her in
an inn w/ out windows.
First published in The Neglected Ratio Journal
A Woman’s Guide to Sleep Disorders
Don’t think too much of a silly man
who doesn’t deserve you!
Don’t think too much of your protruding
Don’t starve just for the sake of fashion
They just want to make you look like
a thin pole.
Have a rich dinner: Beans, juicy thighs
of turkey and lots of fruit, & before
going to bed have hot milk w/ honey!
Thence, you’ll be drifted into the most
delicious sleep because thin Barbies never
sleep well, as you know.
First published in Ppigpenn
I wonder why beauty is only edited by Capitalist media.
Are they the only beholders of this concept?
Why do they only see females as cheap skinny dolls?
Why do they vilify such words as ‘overweight’,
‘extra pounds’, & the like?
Why do women have to abide by fashion rules
& corporeal standardized forms to qualify as feminine?
Why do they have to be dolls in bric-a-brac shops?
Why do they have to be only glittering objects?—A handful
of tamed dolls displayed on the shelves of Capitalist supermarkets.
And those who differ?—I mean those without a pixelated body
of bones: Nothing awaits them but secluded lanes
and termite-infested attics.
They have no right to explore the highway.
They have no right to be on the road.
Even the margins vomit them out.
These poems were written as a response to those who want to standardize women and locate them somewhere in a position of in-betweeness depriving them of taking their own decisions and to those who see any extra pound in a woman as mere ugliness.