Blueprint XXX
Today I’ve been thinking about appetite
And how I’m so hungry for so
Many things
That sometimes I become
Overwhelmed with
Joy and fear and guilt
I heard people tell me
Look, you have so much
And that is true
But why do I have to want less
Why do I have to tame my hunger and
Not eat the bread
Not sit in the big chair
Not see the world with my own eyes
Speak in a room and be heard
The other day, the New York Post published a story
Heroine Chic is back
And my stomach turned
As for the crumbling kingdom it has
Always been a reliable gamble to Exploit women’s bodies
Exploit their hunger
Twist the band of liberation and
Let it snap around their waists
Not this time
As humans we are programmed to
Desire more, strive for progress, innovate
Grow constantly
If women inherit the notion to
Want less, say less, look less
Be less
What does that say about the woman as a Human being?
You are not
Listen, and
Listen carefully
Not this time
Not this time
What makes it sweet
Roll up your sleeves
Look at the soft skin and
feel my breath hover
Take the knife and
slice the fig wide open
Let the purple flesh
remind you of the
unbearable yearning
Remove the stem
Let the sweet juice
drip over your fingers
Let the sharp blade
carve your memory
Let the thought linger and
make it your secret ingredient
Back to work
Roots rooting in
Wet soil
Be careful not to
Slip the men will
Watch you and your
Guilt for
Taking time off
Green branches
Blossoming red
Pretend like
nothing happened
No pain just smiles
Per my last email
No worries
Words by Marie Wez.