Pitch Black

I saw Pitch Black with my mom last night.

It was awesome.

Oh, sci-fi, how I love you. (And both of us were like 'omg Aeryn!' when Claudia Black spoke her first line and before she even came into focus. And then I called that the female lead was a native Australia despite the American accent she was using.)

Like I'm Choosing A Body To Carry Me Through This World

 So, even though April is National Poetry Month, I had not intention of posting a poem a day because a.) I didn't think I had 30 poems I loved enough to share and b.) I'm going to be traveling starting on the 15th. 

Except people keep posting great poems that I want to share or that remind me of other awesome poems that I adore, so here is another poem:

"What Do Women Want?"
–Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.