How to Give A Fuck

by Jessica Brookman in ,


When you read this, you will feel...something.

(Told you.)

I've taken the pages of that Book of Says Sos and the scrolls of akashic files

And, I've rolled them into 936 joints. 

I am smoking them all right now.

 That's not allowed? 

Oh. Well, shit, listen...

I simply do not give a fuck.




Try me.

I won't be the hammer that drives the nails into a waiting coffin.

So I carry only the tools I need to get from one moment to the next.

I can always find them. This has never failed.

(Except for that one chemistry exam freshman year. FFFFFFFFF.)

I refuse your appraisals, anyway.

I pass between these moments like I am flying on a trapeze strung on the stars. 

Because I am a motherfucker. 




You don't know that trick? Well.

The thing is....

I've never actually tried, but...

...Where is that rope ladder? I'm going up.

I defy death and

I simply give no fucks.




I want to come.

From the friction of 6.022 x 10 ^23 grains of sand passing through this hourglass.

(That's Avogadro's number...)

"Great. She's being dramatic again. Here we go...."

No, actually....It's physics. 

 Does science make you uncomfortable? 


Then we've begun. 

I am here to bend, bow, and loop the space-time continuum. 

When I leave, it will be on the last breath of a dying constellation that

For a single moment, looked just like me.  

I do this so that, when I die, they will say, "The stars were shining."

Because, I am a motherfucker. 




So, if you read this

And you do not feel the physics moving the moments of your life and of mine, then stop right now!

This is not for you. 

 I did not come here to make you comfortable. 

I came here with a poem for a new world.

And if you do not like poetry,

I do not give a fuck. 

P.S. #fuckautocorrect.