Time to burn some shit
There go the geese
All I have thought about is how to give
He didn't even consider it
Oh the heteronormativity of it all
I am so mad at you
I resent your charms, the harder to resent you
I crave riding a horse in a western saddle along the single track out west
I've never met a haflinger who wasn't an ass
So many buggies blinking in the night
Angry tromping up and down the hills
Foot soaked in creek water
Skin-clothes shredded by rambling rose
Exhausted, finally, near the field of white pines
Stoke the bonfire
I release ceding my own power in my life
I release hiding from the truth
Baby, burn
I am so mad at you
It's making me patriarchal
I want to say, man up
Do you want to be Adam Sandler or do you want to be Dustin Hoffman
Are you going to go away again?
Do you intend to keep me on your hook forever
You could ask me the same question
I must take matters into my own hands
Pulse beating in my bicep
The pros and cons lists seem damning
Reminder: People can be miserable anywhere
That river ice, wow
But the sex though
So grateful for my girlfriends
We tend each other while men act like jackasses
We pretend ours is an inferior love
I am so mad at you
I am grateful for the sand
Gardening magazines and the occasional romance novel
Crossword puzzles and fairy blocks
A Swedish massage and a bat-free living room
Orange, wooden woods
A squirrel and a wolf
And maybe a little more daring
Winter tranquility: $36.99
