Issue No. 2, Autumn 2012

Because You Were Shallow
Angie Ruth Garcia

You were shallow and I liked it.

Because you were shallow, I felt pretty.



You made me feel sexy under your attentions, and I grew in it.

Because you were shallow, you boosted my ego.

I walked around as if no one could touch me.

No one could touch me or come near to the amount of pleasure I received.

Because you were shallow, and obviously, you chose me.

Because you were shallow, I only cared about how you felt,

What you saw, and what you’d see.

I only cared about whether you were pleased,

because in this phase of my life, pleasing you pleased me.

Because you were shallow, I only cared about one type of synchronicity:

Rhythm and Heat.

I only cared about how and where your mouth touched me,

and how you reacted to my electricity.

Because you were shallow, everything felt sexy.

Angie Ruth Garcia moved to Boston in 2004 in search of love, culture and music. After an interesting childhood in Florida, she escaped to find herself trapped in the wonders of Boston. Vowing every year to move, she found herself unable to turn away from the love that Boston gave her. In the midst of confusion, she decided to compromise and stay in Boston Metro until its inspiration discontinued.
She lives in Medford with a Kat and a dog.

Issue No. 2, Autumn 2012


that summer i rose from my grave, sighing & feverish, my hair spread out around my head, flowers crushed between my legs. i strained upward toward the murmuring of growing things, and all night i moved above the dark light of small, wild places; lit down finally onto your skin; settled like a hushed prayer over your bones.

there i became the earth and the water and the wide, hot moon, guarding you with my fecund temple, touching you with my reed fingers. my cobweb hair.

my body chanting you.


this woman is an altar. my incense. these candles. this place is a place of worship, this room, with doorways, these hands, with you on them. this mouth. and this mouth. and this mouth.

my slow purr.

Ta (stage name Taja) is a sometime writer, constant feline worshiper, unconventional belly dancer & aspiring bon vivant.

Ta exists in an incredibly beautiful area in western canada where she lives with one quiet, clever boy and two lazy felines. She is a high summer spirit with a wild appreciation for autumn and an affinity for everybody. She burns a lot of candles, talks in spirals and deeply loves the rain. Visit her: