If you think pubic hair on a woman is unnatural or weird, you aren’t mature enough to be touching vaginas.
When people frequently use ” :p ” in conversations with me in text or online
why do you use that
What emotion are you even trying to convey
It means nothing to me
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own dinners,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The thing is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
the football field rises
to meet the mesa. Indian boys
gallop across the grass, against
the beginning of their body.
On those Saturday afternoons,
unbroken horses gather to watch
their sons growing larger
in the small parts of the world.
Everyone is the quarterback.
There is no thin man in a big hat
writing down all the names
in two columns: winners and losers.
This is the eternal football game,
Indians versus Indians. All the Skins
in the wooden bleachers fancydancing,
stomping red dust straight down
into nothing. Before the game is over,
the eighth-grade girls’ track team
comes running, circling the field,
their thin and brown legs echoing
wild horses, wild horses, wild horses.