“My unexpressed anger at nothing in particular.” By Sasha on her couch

Saturday July 15, 2017
5 minutes
No one belongs here more than you
Miranda July

I make an appointment with the chaos
and then I’m late
and sweaty
and I have the lines from
an ill-fitting bicycle helmet
on my forehead
“It’s not a good look”
I whisper

I’m pregnant with a tadpole
and it’s little tad tail
hangs out of me sometimes

There’s a lot of unknowns
and I bought a postcard
that said
and then I never did

When your body looks like mine
and when it swells and wanes
and waxes and bleeds and grows
and falls and gives and gives
Sometimes men pretend that
they are not looking
and sometimes they just
look like they are gulping
with their eyeballs
glug glug