Octagon Cake

I love Christmas Carols and Heavy Metal.

I like sushi and steak and sometimes I’m vegetarian.

On Mondays I am Marlene Dietrich.

I love kissing boys and girls and whoever happens to need a kiss

Only when and if I am in a kissing mood which honestly is rare.

On Tuesdays, Pam Grier.

I sing, I dance, I cry and pout

I laugh, I lie, I cringe-

I overthink and underfeel.

And If I’m not the center of attention

I AM. PISSED OFF. ROYALLY.

Wednesdays, It’s Susan B. Anthony.

I dwell in the middle of nearly healthy and very sick

An egomaniac and a saintly chick-

Quite amber gold bitchy and yet gray black discreet

Thursdays, Anais Nin, is me.

I fall in love every thirty seconds and yet I want absolutely no one really.

These melodramatic inconsistencies,

Could be flaws or weaknesses, an adolescent adulthood on the edge of genius and grief

I’M HAPPY ABOUT THIS SITUATION

Because on Friday I get to be Lauryn Hill.

I like to think its all connected perfectly

Like whiskey shots after cayenne and honey tea

My spider web of chemistry

Saturdays and Sundays I’m Cleopatra

Bound together by scotch tape and silk thread

A magnificent scientific holy almighty tiny little empty thing

The strung together pieces of what I lovingly call

Pixie.