i destroy my enemies when i make them my friends.
hostility is such a bad color on me.
kindness brings out the green in my eyes, the broad of my shoulders, the glossy of my lashes.
in 5th grade kristy holdburg told me i was fat.
i retaliated by buying her the prettiest barbie i could find on her birthday.
at said birthday party, krystal des los reyes ratted to kristy’s mom i’d been looking at a dirty magazine.
krystal had been the one perving it up in the back bathroom with a playgirl.
but i made sure to give her the skittles from my goody bag.
my beasts and i may not speak the same language, but we understand each other precisely.
i love them fierce, they worship me without strings.
different creatures bringing our own messes and art into the world.
where others see dangerous drinking holes and snarly fangs,
i see nooks of opportunity and a sibling in the school of suffer.
go ahead bite. i’ll just hug back.