Gratiela Brancusi Instagram – I was 26 when I first found hair on a woman’s armpit.
I was
Disgusted.
Angry.
Aroused.
The kind of waking only a newborn freedom gives you,
Riding a horse,
And I mean riding riding
In an open field, no fear of pits,
One furious pelvis sitting atop of two furious thighs.
One hell of a furious freedom.
Freedom.
Freedoom.
The saving kind,
The kind I didn’t know until America made me renounce my fidelity to foreign princes,
Then offered me her curing arms.
You are safe now.
Saved now.
Feel the warm sight of a cold barrel
A coat hanger,
a warm bath,
and some pills.
Who would I be if I could love a prince?
All of the them? At once?
If I could grow hair on my legs,
Never wear shoes again,
Steal everyone’s money,
Then burn it all. On live tv. A national funeral.
Let us cry together until our mouths remember the ache of laughter.
Ride a wagon on the 405.
Love every boy into a man
Love every man into a woman.
Cry at strangers on the street
Never wake up,
Never go to sleep,
If I could ask every oneling for a bite of their sandwich,
Cross the street a yard away from all crosswalks.
A European public peer and a jaywalker.
Do I ever wonder.
Who would I be if I weren’t so free?
#35mm | Posted on 26/May/2024 05:29:32
