Know My Place

I can't help that I constantly feel like I'm wrangling for a feminine role in Takoda's mind.
Sensitive-as-usual I had to push it when Kody comes up to me out of nowhere kissing me all up.  "My prince" I mutter without thinking too much about it. 

   "I'm not your prince" he says.

   Hurt, sensitive, defensive even, I attempt reconciliation explaining that he can be both my prince and Ema's prince if he wants to be, and that only a king or queen must be... I don't know - monogamous.   To this he holds his ground blurting "You're my Jester."

   (This is actually pretty insightful, so I accept it and attempt to move on despite being stripped of any femininity when Kody hurls the most ironic insight of the evening over his shoulder at me while walking away:

   "Ema's the Prince."

Blame Poem

I blame no one I know.

No one I know is struggle-free.
We all have troubles ...trifles
whether rich or poor
black or white
gay or straight.
They're all the same.

No one I know doesn't long to be free
of danger and of debt
of hope or regret.

No one I know doesn't pray to something
- long for someone
love
fear
cry.

Yet even as this whole world is blue
with water
we are parched.
Scorched.
Raped.
and plowed over;
And so many scramble
to keep alive
to feed their children
to smile
to lick their wounds
Even as they parch
and scorch
rape and plow.
No one I know has been anything but beautiful
victims of the unseen.