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What’s the point of a fervescence pill or a coffin?
I want to be hot, foul and angry,
Like the tip of leather whip snapping
Or a plumber’s new underwear
When the day’s been hot,
The work exhausting
And the ac out,
But the underwear still perseveres for existence
Like that, that’s the way I want to be

I want to feel every pore of my body when it sweats,
Every pimple on my skin that postulates,
Ferments,
Inebriates without asking for my permission first!
From morbid curiosity, I want know the location
Of every malodorous crust
Burgeoning deep inside the solid of my body
EVEN, the foul fecal matter
That pours, squirts, plops out of my body,
That counts too,
Just my own

Life is not always beautiful
Even with tears, frustrations and desperations–
bloodied and painful from romances that left me weak, thin, and sad,
Spotting the ju-jitsu mat with exhaustion more than once,
Searching how to make bills,
And giving up wasn’t an option
Wiped clean like they never happened before dinner–
But living the moment in its entirety is

I am tired of hesitating, perpetuating, always and continuating
I want to enjoy the soft flower petal caressing my face
Before I die
Bring on the dog eat dog showdown,
Pierce a tooth into your lip
And hold you down so you won’t forget me
So you’ll feel your blood run
So I can fall in love with you,
loving life, loving me