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Saturday, July 4, 2015

Manic Pixie Dream Girl - CoWritten with Marissa Perez

A manic pixie dream girl is a quirky film character who falls in love with the  male protagonist makes him feel alive. Our movie begins with her.

the ordinary world
enter, boy
lonely and brooding, archetype of the misunderstood
I rollerblade 13 minutes in
a balloon in my hand
an indie soundtrack in your eardrum
I sit under a tree in his favorite park
Hair color matching grass
facial piercings glitter in the sun
I catch his eye, fit the scene
for a love story he wrote before even meeting me


He sees me spit poems in a floral crown
Which I collect
I am a collector
of Thrift store receipts and boys who ask for my number before my name
Because I'm also a collectable
A silver token for your trophy shelf
More idea than identity
More character than person
More plot movement than woman
Besides Zooey Deschanel and Kate Winslet
We are manic pixie dream girls
And men love us for sport


You feed me alphabet soup until I puke up love letters
You never learned how to cook up your own fulfillment
So I’m supposed to pour into the blank spaces
where your sense of self should be
I am a prop
here’s my body
you use it as a platform to make yourself tall
reach gratification
Oscar worthy production design
The cinematography is shot from your point of view
What's the budget for channelling a free spirit in a mind of mirrors?
A relationship?
You can't date an experience

You directed
Save me
From my car crash organs
Tissues crumbled with surrender
I donated my atria
Trying to fix your bitter
fix your empty
and you gave me hollow acoustic guitar songs in return
And now you want me to open my thighs like jaws of life
but you can’t make love to a fantasy
My vagina isn’t a dumping ground for your insecurities


I'm a scene in your feature
And you cut to the climax
You Fade in
I Fade out


the thing about letting a woman be your temple
Is when you kneel in peach sunbeams
You forget our skin is stain glass
Mosaic broken
bound by abandoned promises
You walk over our cracks like sidewalk
Afraid of breaking the back of your fantasy
Just because my lips are painted purple
doesnt mean I’m made to kiss your bruises
You can’t keep making bandages out of people
because to you,
I’m just the path to a less foggy mirror
but we are tired of being shrunk down to make you feel big
I've had enough sleepless nights to realize that I may be a manic pixie dream girl
But the dreams are only yours
I want to rupture reality
I want to go off script
I want to go out
Fade out
Out of this body
Out of these lines
life isn't played across a silver screen
You can't crumble each breath into a frame
You can’t diminish my personhood into a single scene
because I am not a character
I am the writer
And this story is about me.

Thursday, July 2, 2015


There are a lot of things I wish stayed in middle school
my six foot boyfriend and his six inch jewfro
my portrait snapped mid sneeze
and being the class piñata  
I’m halfway through college
and I still recognize my face on unwanted posters
my name better in gossip than greeting
Some of us never outrun our bullies
never discover how to conceal the kick me tattoos
We are never invited to the party
but find ourselves
dangling from the ceiling
neon limbs outstretched
from a crayon tinted belly

They parade beneath me
clenching thick clubs and sealed teeth
They say I’m too colorful
a flamboyant mess coated in paper maché skin
an elementary school experiment with safety scissor edges
bleeding from elmer’s glue ligaments

The game begins
Boys and girls take blind turns
stampeding me with wood
to see what they can beat out
as if I have not already felt the collision of fists
as if I haven’t rubbed salt in my own wounds
as if my life path isn’t paved with egg shells
As I’m choking on my noose
a friend whispers
they are just egg shells
I wasn’t invited but yet I am the main event of your fiesta

To all my pinatas;
the reason they swing
is because you hang three feet above them
Don’t forget they are men playing a child’s game
Empty heart chambers stab at our stomachs
because they’re desperate to consume our calories
Ask them,
what’s it like to be hollow?
to beat hypertonic blood and too much oxygen
create words but just spit out air
Call them a crowd of waning atmospheres
without enough burn to evaporate the sea you carry
the vulnerability to release your feet from the earth

I’ve learned my dangle is just clumsy flying
that my thick thighs applaud as I strut to class
that you picked the wrong piñata
that you can’t break me

and if you puncture my flesh,
bite me
I’m made of jawbreakers
hard enough to crack your strongest bones
My bubblegum lungs exhale bursts of stars
I don’t care if my flavor is too much for you to digest
They made my tongue from twizzlers and heart of hershey's

Let’s snicker at gravity
Even Newton can’t get us to obey his laws
They say every action gets an equal and opposite reaction
but we can drown stabs in a tsunami of sugar
kill them with candy

bursting our stomachs will only make us more hungry
so go ahead,

take a swing.


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