bath water
Maanasa
Does anyone else ever get tired
of the taste of their own mouth
the sound of their own voice?
Is that why we yearn to listen to and kiss others?
I’m so tired of just talking to you
I want to use this tongue in other ways
When I am at a loss for words
You’re made up of angles
I’m made up of curves
Is it weird that I
notice your clavicle?
How sharp it is
I think you’d smell like a cowboy
Facial hair, needles and haystacks
But we never get close enough for me to confirm that
I'd like to sip on you in this summer heat
We could color our tongues with otter pops
And mix the flavors, sticky sweet, blue 5 + red 40
I swore, I swore off sugar
it’s a want not a need
But with the right mix of electrolytes
Insert intravenously
That could be healthy
That could save me
Love in the age of late stage capitalism
Maanasa
I wish I met you in high school
And my braces were off
And by that I mean
I want to kiss you but I wish
I was the first person
You’d ever felt this way about too
But instead we are full time employed
And far too grown
free time is the most precious commodity and
I wasn’t sure if we could fall deep in love when we can’t even sit through an entire movie
I wasn’t sure if we could fall deep in love if you can’t describe in detail the outfit I was wearing
when you first met me
I wasn’t sure if we could fall deep in love if it takes a whole month just to meet up for coffee
I wasn’t sure if we could fall deep in love if we really just want to fall asleep
Maanasa is a lifelong California girl and the unborn, hypothetical lovechild of Gwen Stefani and Tony Kanal. She likes to write in an absurdist, stream-of-consciousness style; to make sense of the passage of time. She is also a makeup artist + zine maker + yoga aficionado + person who is deeply misunderstood.