collection

every bullet 
every shell
every cartridge
everything you fire my way, I collect.

I dig them up from my flesh.
I stitch my wounds.

They are now my ammunition.

one more spark
and it explodes.

You are surprised when it does.
Suffragettes 
Feminists
Women movements
#MeToo
 
I am proud to show my scars.

Is this war? yes. 

But I can't stop fighting.
You are the one still shooting. 



We don’t deserve dogs

So much uncensored joy and love. 
Never ashamed, never embarrassed, never ending. 
I yearn to learn how to express it.

I studied
I observed
I now understand
I now comprehend
I can see the outcome
I can picture the emotion. 

Yet, when I try to recreate it
all I have are puzzle pieces
I'm not able to fit together.

I don't even know where to start.

Duh, I know you start at the corners and edges.
But corners and edges is all I've got.

fact

Napoleon was terrified of cats
                     cats have OCD - licking and 
licking and licking the same spot
                       spots and pots and kettles 
are all the same and all are black
                      black versus white and right 
against wrong 
wrong turn on the road and you are lost
                              lost treasure, a mere 
X on a map
  a map to someone’s imagination and dreams
                             dreams and nightmares, 
who knows what is real?
             real feelings of heart - a strange place
                                        place that 
turns into a new world
          world that turns and we don’t even notice 
it spins
spins and turns (again!) - i’ve been here...
                              here and there and 
back again
again and never, love hurts and tastes so good
                                    good deed will 
get punished and innocent will suffer for sinners.
                                  sinners and saints 
both walk the earth and the Earth spins 
faster than ever.