Be Kind To Your Heart

Some colds feel like a flu others like a fluke,
but your body doesn’t know the difference

Written by: Flose Boursiquot

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I am “Giant Woman”

I caress women’s hearts
when their lips bleed
insecurities down to
their beautiful feet.

I write post-it messages
to myself and post them
up against the mirror
to caress my own heart.

I can only see the beauty
in me when it speaks
through dirty handwriting
next to puffy eyelids.

The woman who breathes
life reminds me that we
are queens, more than the
mid-twenties rolls & late night shame.

The young woman who models
beauty for a penny too fat
to slide into my pocket
gifts me a book; she understands.

The man on the radio
is close to my heart but
far from anything i’ll ever know…
he tells me of Alice, she’s always there.

Understanding works that way. 

Written by: Flose Boursiquot

Inspirations:
-Lily Myers, Shrinking Women
-Nahko, Alice (My Name Is Bear)

Plastic when you’re brown

sometimes, we can’t put our finger on a multiple choice item on the checklist, because the conveyer belt is all we know.

sit closer to the cloud of dust,
it’s you.

when the rain comes it washes,
it’s you.

the drain swallows what use to be,
it’s you.

always, our familiar is foreign to the one who knows the pages of the book well, because they wrote it while you slept.

they call it an item —
make exact change,
slide the plastic
when you feel brown.

blue is too bright,
brown is the color
of the dust caught
in your throat when
all you want to say is
free me, free me.

from this very thing
that is you there’s an
evil you cannot hear,
but it found home in you.

the old gray woman,
she lives in the belly
of the young girl who
cried mercy when her
baby doll broke into
pieces of cutting glass.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot