MAUVE LIPSTICK

hannahmight:

All I want is to be vulnerable on the internet without having to make a career out of being vulnerable on the internet. 

I want to play more shows. I make music and theater performances and also do readings from my psychedelic porno poetry zine Scorcher. I feel like I don’t get asked to do a lot of shows in NYC and people forget I’m out here but I’m definitely all the way out here and want to do as many shows as possible because I am working on a secret new thing I need to beta-test. And I’m funny and freaky and people generally like what I have to do (even if the experience is unpleasant at the time). I’m like a vitamin.

fagcity:

Please book me to perform at your event thanks. 

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anneboyer:

 ”Poetry is at its best always at the very end of itself, a ladder propped on nothing, a heap of aspirants crowded on the ladder’s top rung. Then someone invents something else (not a ladder).”

heyteebs:

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We would like to enhance 
your ad watching ex-
perience. Yr a garbage
person if you can’t
take a good photo
is the underlying mess-
age of “gay” “culture”
in Brooklyn. I hate
having my picture taken
I say to this photo-
grapher at this party
bc every damn party
has to be photographed
otherwise it doesn’t happen
and bc the parties 
are so boring if ppl
weren’t posing
there would b nothing 
to do but drink. I’m an old
man yelling at a cloud It’s
too loud for convos
n they don’t let you dance
in the city. He says oh
come on I say calmly
No. n he asks (bc I
know him from around
after living in this fault
line 10 yrs) is this
an Indian thing? Like do u
think it steals yr soul
or something?
I want to crumple
him up in the palm
of my hand But I
guess it is a NDN
thing in the sense that
I’m NDN n doing
this thing. It’s like
not being able to stare
into the sun for too
long but kind of the
opposite—swarthy black lens
crystallizes the uncertainty
within.
Is this good, or bad
is a sentence in a fight
n I hate confrontation.
Why do I have to take
sides? Switzerland has
the strictest privacy laws
on the planet, and I
have the flyest tank
tops in America. Some-
how I feel good about
my shapely legs.
In Kumeyaay
there’s a concept for in-
between. Not knowing
how to smile, how you look
bent over a book, waking 
up on either coast
feels the exact same some-
times you wake up
not knowing how old
you are n if Johnny 
is down the hall in
a robe makin eggs. Future
leaders were wooshed away
from the tribe in a sort of
boreal way to feel
the greater world, stone 
hills etc this was back
in the day.
This concept of in-between
is like gangbusters
for Muse. It’s like cat-
nip to Muse it’s throb
of light in-between
the 2 of us Just the 2 
of us, you n I. I rub Muse
my neck I’m clenching
my jaw for like 20 mins
waiting for this damn 
photog to take damn
pic This concept in between
Kumeyaay and Brooklyn—
that it has a word
even if the word is lost
even if it doesn’t exist
even if I’m lyin to you
is breath tethering, opens throb
of light inside me. I 
don’t have to worry
about keeping my God
alive by keeping her name
secret bc the name for her
is gone, and with
it, my God I never got to
know her, but strangely
sometimes when I’m cry
laughing at that scene
in Steel Magnolias or
I can’t sing the part in 
the Beyonce song @
karaoke where the music
gets all soft and I try
to sing baby, kiss me
but Maud has to take
over bc the feeling stroboscope
blooms bigger than my voice n
I think I see my God
‘s shadow walking down a hall-
way but like I said I lost
my voice n don’t know
her name maybe it’s
Wa’ashi or Pemu
this clairaudient says
to me apropos of nothing
but I’ll never know 4
sure so I can’t call out keep
chasing swirling smoke rounding
in a glass jar
n then I’m like, crying
at a Beyonce song
r u kidding me Teebs get
it together bitch James 
is finally following me 
back on Insta so I take a
somewhat risque 
selfie send it private 
message n right after
say OOOPS! omg I
meant to send that
to someone else gosh
so embarrassed oops!
and he responds w/
a pic of his computer
screen his phone #
typed on it so we 
text n he’s like
come over n I’m like
do u have A/C he says
Yes n I just straight up
drop the mic n leave.

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