Biplane

I see biplanes on a regular basis in La Porte and North Houston. Sometimes I will be laying in the grass on my yoga mat in Sadasana or corpse pose and it is as though my whole vision changes.  Why take drugs. Look, why take drugs, when you look up and see blue and white and everything looks like a tender supple Botticelli breast.  And planes occupy your ears at the same time.

Like this: say bye, bi plane. Singsongy. A kid hears 'bye bye plane' and byebye is born. But no! It is bye biplane. And yknow maybe youll grow up to be a baby genius. Remember this when you say i can or cannot or will or will not be 

A mother.

What I've got down is all of it: mom dad love deadbeat you name it. So come and get it! Wait, too late.

I admire the ones who say they have time to work through my dislike of them so they can empregnate me with thoughts or love or sperm: admire because hatred and disdain are just so fucking ugly.

Dads that say who gives a fuck

If you dyed your hair blue--

Those are the da ddies for me.

And It is not what you think!

Love me. LOVE me. 

Love, 

Me & my beating heart-shaped box

P.s. Call me.

. . . . . 

erika simone haines 2015