Aisha Sasha John

Like the idea of Aisha.

I am not the idea of Aisha.

I am Aisha.

You I know you

Love the idea of Aisha.

I am not the idea of Aisha.

I am not the idea of Aisha.

I am Aisha.

I had to.

I decided that I was a planet and —

I am.

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I want to love.

I see old women

Who live.

They know something.

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It’s true I’ve suffered

The delusion

That I am unlamblike.

But oh my gosh that’s crazy.

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Though it doesn’t matter where I sit

And that I’m fucking crazy.

God gave it to me.

I have to live.

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It doesn’t matter where I sit

And that I’m fucking crunchy.

I have to be fibrous

So as not to be consumed.

I have to

Fucking live.

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I can live —

In the world —

With the people.

I can live in the world with the people if they understand that

All a poet is is some bitch

Who thinks she’s better

And feels sort of bad about it

But not, not really that bad more like

Feels bad

For feeling bad

At all.

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Also, I need a lot of money

So I could have a lot of money.

That’s why I need it.

I need a lot of money.

So I can have it.

Because I need to have money.

Documents destined for the shredder.

I leave flat the ones to be scanned into patient charts.

I consider how long stickers have rested on the glass

Protecting me from potential

Disease and violence

Of the people.

The first time I came here I was late, I was scolded

I was bleeding

I barely even cared

Fuck, look:

When I start to bleed

I have to eat

He has to bray.

To pull his rope leash in the light.

He did it again in the black-blue sky

Of my leaving.

It is death.

He has to fucking bray

Because he is alive

And

Tied up.

I asked Fadwa what

A phrase meant;

It had hooked my bad ear and what

She said is it meant

You should be

Shy.

And then Manuela said my buns were horns

Were my tied-up

Sex.

I released them.

Je ne sais pas how to say this en anglais mais

My selves:

I suppose we

Gave me a course

Making our soul of a fitness enough

To scorn you

But not enough to

Not scorn you –

D’accord?

The tenant she said call it.

He said I did, I did

And then the tenant’s boyfriend was like

I called you and a girl picked up and

Said it was the wrong number.

(And I’m like okay so it was the wrong number why are you even

Telling the guy that)

And then her boyfriend was like ya, I called it four times

She said it was the wrong number.

And then, then I was like okay. Hmm what the fuck.

And the tenant was like maybe it was your wife?

And her boyfriend was like no it

Was a girl.

So there’s a

Question there.

Also apparently the dog likes the cat

But the cat

Does not like the dog.