an earnest proposal:

from this point forward
can we replace every instance of
“i love you” with
“i capitalism you” or maybe even “i patriarchy you”
just to be a little bit more
honest with ourselves
about what’s actually going on here

because every love story
can be retold as a story of scarcity

in one telling it’s “i’m happy”

in the other it’s “i’m not lonely”

in one telling it’s “love at first sight”

in the other it’s “i said love so he wouldn’t leave me”

in one telling it’s “i wanted to spend the rest of my life with him”
in the other it’s “i wanted health insurance”

in one telling it’s “i do”
in the other it’s “i don’t know how to separate my own desires from what I’ve been told to want my entire life”

remember
in the beginning there was capitalism
which gave birth to ‘loneliness’ and ‘insecurity
which gave birth to ‘possession’ and ‘jealousy’

which gave birth to ‘want’ and ‘have’
which gave birth to ‘you’ and ‘me’
and our tangled limbs
on the floor
and your hand in my hair
and my sweat on your back
and your cum on my
sheets and all our
lies on the table
which gave birth to ‘betrayal’ and ‘heartbreak’
which gave birth to ‘cynicism’ and ‘regret’
which gave birth to me wishing
we could all rewind
to that moment right
before the first kiss
when all of the boys say
“i want to fuck you” and we
replace it with
“i want to fuck you up”

and everything
makes
sense

again.

an earnest proposal:

caution do not touch when hot
applies to bodies too


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