MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 35)
Let's workshop this stanza sequence about molly, backstabbing friends, hypocrites, Biggie Smalls, abortion, Native Americans, strangers, dog poop, ugly girls, art museums, gynecological gloves
the first time they met both said “I missed you” “hot tamales on molly / just last year playing with dollies (watchin iCarly)” would you still transition if there were no online to post about it? rare it is for autodidacts not to make silly mistakes—some of the silliest, in fact Minoxidil for Muslim beards Queef Sweat: drag name websites to help you speak from the heart brainstem wall scrabblings of a feral cat in a drown barrel (light shut by a rusty lid) saying the knocking is just something else watching pollywogs sprout legs in the jar magma roadblocks prepared to do almost anything for what we think is power the master knows the meaning of each cat vocalization too ungenerous to accept generosity loved more by fans than by family a world approaches, although peekabooing since the acacia trees of Africa, where day-one friends will mock your art for dipping into graphic territory even as they sing like church hymns Biggie’s most sexual and predatory lyrics patrons linger before paintings, their eyes drawn to peculiar details—a pearl earring, a folded napkin— echoing childhood moments of forgotten fixation focused as they are on their performance, is it that the insecure are unable to love— or is it just that their love is different? animals can take on our ways of affection: cats have been known to kiss their owners— yes, and even to forget the entwining of tails for “safety” we do not let a woman in labor get up and walk and squat but instead keep her toco-belted on her back—no wonder the same culture would birth colleges where “for safety” unsettling viewpoints get culled (if uttered from wrong optics) take the Native American approach to abortion: kill if it appears best to and be reflective about it so that future decisions will be better aligned to how you want to live—and shit, perhaps even use the fetus in cave art! that stranger with whom you bond, even at the expense of family, before you die that molly gaze: equal parts intensity and vacancy so many eyes stalking that one object dog poop swiped under every doorknob before the explosive pop of cremation, the body—new to the drastic heat—will sit up pounding through vodka jugs—yeah, the ones with the handle backs to the party no longer are we all in spin on the very same ball even shit can ride rhythm into remembrance hairy mucous-membranes—all of them soothed by cliché even as you know it to be cliché time-stamp adjustment on what would prove to be arson alibi cameras even ugly girls cream people mean whispers going back to get the gynecological glove whose disposal was too ceremonious, showy, for anyone hip to the ways of conmen pussy- and pudendum-dipped digits, slick with intentional hints of shit, trace and retrace that OCD path up to her quivering nostrils
This is a portion of an ongoing mosaic poem called Made for You and Me. This portion is from the first installment: hive Being (Stanzas 2016-2020). More specifically, it is from the 2017 portion of that five-part work.
The assortment of fragments presented in this sequence unfolds a kaleidoscopic view of modern human experience, from the intensely personal to the broadly societal. These pieces—strung together by themes of dissonance, memory, and the body’s visceral realities—capture the chaotic yet interconnected nature of contemporary life. The sequence oscillates between the deeply intimate, such as "the first time they met both said 'I missed you,'" and the broader, more reflective societal commentary seen in "a world approaches... where day-one friends will mock your art."
This exploration of seemingly unrelated moments and thoughts mirrors the fragmented consciousness of the digital age. The snippets delve into the often-ignored or unspoken aspects of existence—be it the brutal truth of bodily functions, the darker corners of human psychology, or the poignant reflections on love, art, and mortality. There’s a continuous tension between the banal and the profound, revealing how closely they intertwine.
The vivid, sometimes unsettling imagery forces a confrontation with the messiness of life, urging readers to look beyond the superficial and to engage with the raw, unfiltered truths of human existence. By highlighting moments like "watching pollywogs sprout legs in the jar" alongside stark phrases such as "hairy mucous-membranes—all of them," the work underscores the simultaneity of growth and decay, beauty and grotesqueness, in the human condition.
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