I Don't Shave My Legs in the Winter

The winter cold

Causes goose bumps

In my limbs

I bring the water

To a boil

Yet no difference

Ever made

Shaving

With goose bumps

Increases inflammation

Decreases beautification

And stings,

Stings like a thousand

Mosquito bites

No matter gel or soap,

Conditioner or moisturizer

The results are the same:

Red, flaky—not silky smooth

There is no logic to it

Sin to shave in winter

I become a natural savage!

Hairs,

Everywhere!

I have

Mane for legs

I never

Shave them

In the winter

Sisterly Affection

I was learning

To read

Back then

When a

Dispute

Fired

Among sisters,

Friends

I was little

But I tried to

Kill you

I squeezed

Waiting for

The air

To run out

Of you

You kicked

Screamed

And finally

Broke off

You poked

My eyes

And threatened

Parental supervision

“I will

Never again”

Spoke I

Never again

Did I

Ashamed

I tried to

Murder

I never

Spoke

Never

Confessed

Until today

A decade

And a few

Years later

I love

My sister

But

Sometimes

I just

Want

To

Kill her.

Green Liberation

Foot covers

Thread Gently

Upon prickling

Green needles

Then make

Their way

Down to

Little

Square islands

That crucify

Themselves

Sprawling

From the ground

Brown earth

That continues

To the sky

Carrying billions

Of tiny green skins

To the cheesy

Sphere above

They dance

As gravity

Unfolds

And begets

Their green

Liberation

If our skin

Were leaves

We would

Reach

The blinking

Illuminations

From beyond

Nonsense

Hog wash!

This despondent humanity

Grips the anniversary

Of the earthly

Reverie

The smog muffled

In the moon

And the

Starry night

Is not starry

Anymore

Poaching

Antelopes

For sinews in

Pollution

The empty earthly

Vase suffers for

Peremptory love

Happiness polluted,

Muddled into

Smithereens

Yet the Earth

Always finds

A way

To make our

Intrepidness 

Affront reality

Revenge

Is earthly