Women are rarely asked about their favorite trees though you should
ask me just that I always have an answer to everything
my mouth is linked directly to my brain somehow
I know this is anatomically incorrect and also makes no sense
because the words are also formed with tongue, cheek, lips and throat but before that
tiny milliseconds earlier the left hemisphere (I never mix them up, scratch that, I always mix them up so what, I know how to use the internet) has already fired neurons at synapses and look here it is
my answer I already know what you will reply: this conversation is sixty years old and I am only 31. In another 30 years I might feel wiser or maybe reversed, my insides are 74 right now because I have seen some things and missed most, my eyes are sometimes slow and I’ve spent too many hours applying mascara in the rear view mirror.
Somebody could have warned me I would feel that rage come 13 and that it wouldn’t stop, I might have prepared somehow.
I will write a scathing review for them
about how it burrows into the folds of my skin it
wasn’t exactly where I wanted you to lodge.
Sometimes I know too well how to spell activisms.