Gerardo. 
Theme by Andrew
I don’t want to be productive, I just wanna be free.
the shameeee in asking for my third extension this week. Omg I want to sleep.
Can it just be Wednesday where I’m on a plane to Chi-town with my room all packed up and my essays all finished?
Checking my uncut privilege
Mamá
I use you
like the belt
pressed inside your grip
seething for contact
I take
what I know
from you and want
to whip this world
into shape
the damage
has defined me
as the space you provide
for me in your bed
…
I was not to raise an arm against you
But today
I promise
I will fight back
Strip the belt from your hands
and take you
into
my arms.
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Loving you is like living
in the war years.
I do think of Bogart & Bergman
not clear who’s who
but still singin a long smoky
mood into the piano bar
drinks straight up
the last bottle in the house
while bombs split
outside, a broken
world.
A world war going on
but you and I still insisting
in each our own heads
still thinkin how
if only I could make some contact
with that woman across the keyboard
we size each other up
yes …
Loving you has this kind of desperation
to it, like do or die, I
having eyed you from the first
time you made the decision to move
from your stool
to live dangerously.
All on the hunch
that in our exchange of photos
of old girlfriends, names
of cities and memories
back in the states
the fronts we’ve manned
out here on the continent
all this on the hunch
that this time there’ll be
no need for resistance
Loving in the war years
calls for this kind of risking
without a home to call our own
I’ve got to take you as you come
to me, each time like a stranger
all over again. Not knowing
what deaths you saw today
I’ve got to take you
as you come, battle bruised
refusing our enemy, fear.
We’re all we’ve got. You and I
maintaining
this war time morality
where being queer
and female
is as bad
as we can get.
day 1 on photoshop
wut
she’s been taking my lessons lmao
