[an erasure. click HERE to read full prose poem]
Be Wary
Be wary of those
who refuse to pinky promise;
they be comrades with those
whose trip wires trigger fast.
Be wary of their promises
fickle like those who trigger
past — trenchant into battle zones,
quick to spit fire, red hot
burn scars.
Dear Proud Tinder Girl
Dear Proud-Tinder-Girl-Who-Clicked-“Unmatch”—JustLikeThat!
Fuck yeah you did it! The red flags glaring, you called them out and bounced. Didn’t it feel great? Didn’t it feel amazing to back-hand compromise?! Remember that surprise when you realized the power of control, felt the strength potent in your chakras—the heat rising from your root, ignited your manipura and heart so fire that your throat unfettered wailed ~ I wanna dance with somebody ~ as you danced your way down the street, ecstatic to be dancing with yourself. Ever mindful, you literally felt your third eye open and wise to the breakthrough, light burst through your crown and you witnessed an evolution between choruses ~ Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me! ~ when you realized the power in loving yourself.
Remember all of this—hold tight to those bodily sensations until your muscle memory holds them stable, til you’re rock-steady in your worth. Do this and you will find yourself in Oz wearing the ruby slippers and riding a horse of a different color into every sunset. Be sure to wave hello to The Wizard, nod him Namaste, but trust that you do not need his help—you are enough and everything.
Enjoy today & always,
Raina