Writer and Artist
On here cause I’ve been told
I can’t be a power couple
without another person.
Whoever said Asian girls
can’t dance never met me.
Twentyfour.
Hairy.
Sarcastic.
Libra.
Feminist.
Brat & Professional Crybaby.
My friends already think I’m too good for you.
At first I will not work correctly,
so operate with some care.
Being out of love for so long is like
opening the booklet up and not finding
your language, and all the French you learned
won’t tell you the difference between a vis and a clou.
I love to learn of you in metaphor
the fashionable wares of your nature
undressing my own, unmaking what is
beautiful in the world into beauty.
I had no idea about shoulders or
the inside of elbows, how they could have
their own ideals, or that I would want
to think of ways of praising them like gods.
R. Charboneau
Artwork: Edvard Munch – Man and Woman (1898)
Dear forgive me, for I love us
deeply, but reading Herodotus
lately I’ve all these notions of love
in the gown of mythology.
