This is how I feel today:
Creative, but with very little incentive. I've done a sketch for a painting, and written a poem that is a little rough so I'm not comfortable sharing it yet.
Instead, here is a poem from my Tattoo Notebook, entitled Research Project.
I am looking for a depiction of women
I am reading articles, going on the internet,
perusing a book entitled 'Women';
of course I know nothing.
I am not a reliable resource -
of being a woman
these ovaries do not enlighten me.
I am detached, mostly three feet away;
whenever my physical body
is reflected in another's mouth
I am shocked.
Disoriented, I scramble to touch my own breasts
but too often end up touching