This Is For The Women Who Don't Give A Fuck

She writes about the conversations she has with her gynecologist while his head is between her thighs. She writes about what having an abortion alone felt like because her boyfriend wouldn't sell his guitar to buy a plane ticket. She writes about the purple flesh of her nipple and pleasure so loud that the world must sigh and shut its blinds-for it cannot taste the desire it has not lived. She writes when grief takes her down to the white tile floor of her kitchen and keeps her there all ni...