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I.

Doe,
a deer running through the forest
caught in the headlights
like you're caught in my
mind now this did come to be
after much consideration
a couple lacerations and
a lot of commiseration

In my underwear
i am skirting around
The Deed
the patriarchy the epitome
and all it feeds
all it feeds

In the classroom He is pointing out
the analogy between
bread and sex
and I am pointing out the space
between his dick and the blade

II.

I couldn't sell out
I could only sell up
or give up
because it was forced upon me
it was destined to be my legacy
and so it went I was sexist
and on the seventh day
God rested.

III.

In future years she wrote hurriedly
just to preserve the Me
that only was on certain days
and on the seventh personality
the lord said rest.

And I'm trying to break out of bounds
only to be devalued and i'm trying
to get somewhere by playing your games--
and i know it's not very revolutionary
but sometimes i can't help myself.
Though helping was all i could really do
because i was built to be like you--
a woman version of a millionaire does
nothing but sit pretty and tend to her hair
and there will never be a conclusion
or a climax because life isn't like that
nor am i
and i'm sick of trying to fit into these
narrow confines internalized

III.

And after seven sacred make-overs
this did come to be as he came onto you
like you wish you could come onto me
if you weren't so well-mannered and bred
in that special arcadian etiquette
where the forks are always on the left
and the girl never asks the guy out on a date
nor does she ask another girl
we just run into each others' headlights
and get into each others' hair
while the boys fight fiercely
and adventerously take dares
tallying their bases like you tally onto me
and on the seventh inning it did come to be

Meanwhile alex and david had to rest
on the street corner at two a.m.
and after much consideration the punkasses came to be
and after all was said and done we were still
trying to figure out why they call this a party--

in the end it all comes down to talent
and how well you can sell yourself
we're all whores trying to break out of the fleeting
cliche that will soon be out of fashion and we'll
be only nerds again i can hardly wait to see the day
but i i i
don't know if i could bare it.

IV.

She ended up sitting at the kitchen table again
with her feet hanging giggling into her coffee
or hot chocolate (it depends on the girl)
it all came down to her posture, manners,
and overall impression
was she ladylike? or was she more like a boy
did she think she owned the world
did she get too far for a little girl
for a bitch
a whiney bitch
a fucking whore?
was she giggling about a him
or a her
was she decked out in floral
or neon and was her hair natural?
or was it styled
or dyed
blond
red
blue?
and they're searching through my mouth
trying to find some relevance
some evidence
they want to know if i drink hot chocolate
or blood
or eat cookies rather than carnage
at the end of the day they were wondering
if i was human
especially those hipster girls
who would never admit it
because you know
it's uncool to be cliche these days
and the term bigot is copyrighted
to the KKK

V.

Doe,
a deer running through the forest
in comes the cranes and forklifts
and out comes the venison, a few
shopping malls, and a dead world.

Subvert that, motherfucker.