What to Expect When You’re Expecting
Jenn Guitart

You bring a thing up when it is small to make it larger and make it grown. Your babies get larger, and the things you knew, the people you know, become known to all, as your baby fucks everyone who knows who you are. To bring up a baby is to keep it from fucking, to keep it from being fucked for, with, or at. Or around.

You bring up a question to question what brings a baby forward and to take steps toward forwardness. To be forward is to be up front. When you bring girls up, you bring them to light, toward the high up lights of sky. This is a good thing, when girls are good. When they are bad, to bring a thing brings it up, it issues forth, upward, toward the end or the beginning of the end. Or the end of the beginning, which might be the start of the middle. They bring us further from the ends of things, which might be bright or sour, which might dangle into sewers, or be fragrant.

Girls and flowers can be fake or artificial. Artificial flowers can die. Death can be the end of things. We have artificial flowers until death parts us. Your parts are made of flowers, fake ones, which do not part. Your arms open, flowers, armfuls. Your legs part, a flower. Do you smell like cut flowers, unwashed? Uncut versions of flowers? Smell it. Smell the girls. They smell clean, like fragrances.

Flowers are clean. You stick your nose in. And it is dirty. Do they make you have to sneeze? Is a sneeze coming? Coming hard? An orchard reeks of flowers, fruit rots underfoot. The flowers I have, I part for you, for him, for others who can take apart the things I say, the problems they have, the things I say, with the problem you have with what I said. That it does not make sense is true in the most sensual part of the sentence. It does not make scents.

That is the problem I have. The woman problem, with my senses. The vagina problem I have with trying to think about things that make sense. Things that are important, useful, relevant, or true. When I find a way to stop my vagina, I will stop it up. I will tell all the little girls about it in the most important way possible. For example:

And together we will take control of all agriculture on the earth, in order to make thought more cohesive and all-around sensual. When people kill each other with guns, we will know that it is all a farming problem, and will start to say so. It is a grown industry, growth we are engaged (in) little girls. To grow the important part of the world, and to set the sunrise to a biological clock, these are our missions. To get jobs that are important approaching an asymptote of reproduction of reproducibles.

Girls get a roadmap of the right places, and manners, and the right things to say, hands to hold, and weather, and the right things to do, faces to make, all on one easy chart which you hang in the kitchen, where people can see it while they prepare food. Where you know how much to moan to keep everyone walking the line between contentment and doubt. They will, in their pink rooms, moaning, and learn:

BACK TO JG WRITING PAGE

BACK TO JG HOME