Right now, I’m sitting with Varinia and she is reading me her compilation of people’s answer’s to the question, What does God collect?
She just asked me if God has back dimples.
When I said “Does he have back dimples?” she stopped me.
“You can’t gender God.”
About a month ago, I posted a poem, “THE PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE OF VARINIA RODRIGUEZ”:
her words are semi-automatic rounds fired from her metal gut
do not fuck with her
this girl knows how to say “cunt”
emphasizing each consonant like a brooklynite biting his tongue
she stands like a soldier
on stage she sets herself on fire and its the audience who are left with third degree burns
leather jacket and heels
a camel hanging off her red lipstick
her red lipstick a soapbox
for the symphonic neurotic urgent purging of the psychological warfare of varinia rodriguez
I am lucky to get to be the one to tell you the psychological warfare of Varinia Rodriguez is now available online through her WordPress blog: Pack Rat’s Daughter.
(Varinia keeps interrupting me while I’m trying to write about her.)
Anyways, case-in-point, Varinia is an incredible writer. Her honesty makes my honesty look like shit. Her poetry is innovative and comes from deep deep down in the bowels of her soul. Trust me. Follow her. You won’t regret it.