body parts

these little girl hands
with fingers i always thought too short
and nails that still refuse to grow long and elegant
can cause me such pain such guilty pleasure such
shameful lonely love little girl hands partaking in
sins they should be innocent of

and i sometimes feel the power of my hips
feel the eyes watch them sway in the timeless hula
of female luring lust they sing the wrong song can't
quite get the right message across -- they should demand
attention they should demand adoration they should
demand strong hands to grip them still them make them
broad with child -- they inspire interface geeks to say
bet she's fun to party with swaying hips singing solo
arias

but: i love my feet and the curve of my right hip as i
look down on it in the shower and the back of my neck but
mostly because i love the tattoo and i love the false
advertising of my fuckme hair no matter what i may
complain otherwise

everyday. you must say. so how do i feel about my life.
i will schedule mondays for body evaluation
tuesdays for career planning wednesdays for personal habits
that need improving -- i will never learn to pick up
after myself -- if you're lucky the week will end tonight...

katrina grace craig
6 february 1996
issaquah washington

"i too traveled to utah in july"
"flirting with edges"
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