Blog Entry #3333
Three is the number infinite divine dive right in femininity.
3 is the third eye pyramid intelligence.
Three fingers.
Triangle.
Refining my dead poetry fingers: I cover myself in red KoolAid. Bloody from an hour of sweat underneath Mama's bed.
Trying to wrap my head around my desire to push away. Feet off the side of the pool. You, the tiled wall under-water.
Something about putting on a grand display of confidence much like the peacock's flaunting feathers.
Something about compulsively blurting out repulsive statements as a means of overcoming my female expectations.
Something about bearing too honest statements as to create distance and garner selfish attention.
All underneath Mom's bed, playing hide N seek, sweating, covered in red KoolAid.
I licked my fingers in Threes.
Red triangle, fingers bloody and sweet.
