“He visits my town once a year.
He fills my mouth with kisses and nectar.
I spend all my money on him.
‘Who girl, your man?’
No, a mango.”
This unmarked poem stood out from all the rest.
The immediate reaction to this was a smile and the implied understanding that this conversation is between two women.
There’s this image of a strong woman, an almost femme fatale figure being portrayed here. A “I could have him, but I don’t need him” feeling.
I wish I could pick this unnamed prophet’s brain.
This reminds me of a Cher interview from GodKnowsWhen where she says: