by Madalene Hartl

femininity to serve oneself

means spreading your knees, and resting your elbows there.

incredulous laughter at the absurd, because its funny.

cooking badly for one

taking long showers and buying reams of paper

it means leaving your lover and standing alone on sidewalks

it means scavenging, praying, and listening.

noticing synchronicities and re-remembering

wearing shoes until they’re tattered then trying to sell them.

it’s slamming doors and being friends with your clutter and habitual dumping on chairs. it’s speaking to the chairs. it’s living out of a heap.

it’s about magnetism, electricity, fire, long unfurling thoughts and summoning,

it’s about dressing for the occasion, drinking beer for dinner, and changing your mind often.

femininity for healing is walking long distances and being sneaky, dirty, and gleeful.

its about peaking out from behind your hair and squinting.