drip the faucet drips  in perfect rhythm it’s the only sound you can hear in the quiet drip drip drip you are alone that’s how you like it quiet and alone you don’t miss people you don’t know how to so you sit in silence cabernet bottle gripped tightly drip drip drip

zest my favorite part of the lemon pie is adding the zest my mother swears it’s what gives everything flavor it takes the lemon and makes it sweet oh how the world wishes  it could have my zest they want me sweet not sour the pie would be better if I smiled more

immune i am not immune  from this from being human from being a woman from being told to sit down and shut up from being scared  from being alone from being told boys will be boys from being treated like cattle from being laughed at  from being told it’s “no big deal” from being a man’s plaything from being a pawn in government debates from being told that my skirt was too short or my shoulders are too enticing ( now say this part in a whisper scream ) from being too fat and