three daffodils for every woman
And the last to hold on to positive difference
And everyone was violent
whatever happened to them
History is just the history of everyone who survived
well they died like everyone
when Derrida said that writing is democratic
and the clever men turned their backs on him
last ditch attempt
When Zizek correctly says
Social life is founded on a joke
Like when you insult someone
women are the irony of the community
And they laugh
oh my God, we are just like each other
Then you are friends
Peace not war
….
writing was already over
And everyone sleeps with everyone else
It Follows
A tribe is an STD
I am sick of twenty years ago
And who holds out the longest
Is it you or is it me
.
and do you hold on to your sadness or do you share it with someone else
or do you pass it on
and in the heat of battle you learn
pain is in the world