MIND: Femininity

Fifty years ago I was born a female human animal. This, I was told, meant that I was a “Woman.” But I never knew what they meant.

Am I that which I observe or that which observes me?

What is a Woman? // Leonora Carrington

MIND: Illusion

The sailor dreamt of a woman
who stared at the sea, then tired
of it, advertised her freedom.
She said to her friend: I want
all the fire one can have
without being consumed by it.
Clearly, I dreamt the woman too.

The Snowmass Cycle // Stephen Dunn

MIND: In Memoriam

some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
past, and
you finally got
by dying,
leaving me with the
you’ve been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
nonsensically about
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here’s a drink
to your bones
this dog
dreams about.

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame // Charles Bukowski

SOL: Mistress

I want to hold her.
Grab her by the wrists as she
Steps from the shower covered in
Morning dew, even flowers
Turn their heads towards her
Laughter, I would give her the sunrise.
Electric smooth peach fuzz, cherry coloured
Lips part and I am dazzled again.
I want her always.
I want it to hurt.
I wonder vaguely if the pain of her
Leaving will sink in slowly or
All at once.

All at once.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “At Sunrise. On The Roof.”

MIND: Rolling

She was like fate–a consummate mistress of all the arts of self preservation: hair rolled & lustrous; eyes so nonchalant; nothing could startle her; people going & coming all the time; she not looking, yet knowing, fearing nothing, expecting nothing.

// Virginia Woolf