Bettie Page and Julie strain, so I may bask in the glory of bodacious brunette beauty.
Tom Robbins, so I can take a shot of Tequila with someone who truly understands it’s power.
Haruki Murakami, so I can in broken and bad Japanese express to them how much his literature means to me.
Hitomi Kanehara, so we can go out and get something pierced in defiant celebration of her success over age and phallus ruled Japanese Literary community.
Akiko Yosano, so I can show her (in the flesh) how much her poetry means to the world today.
Kahlil Gibran, so I can look a man who understood strength, beauty, justice and love to it’s fullest in the face. It would give me hope that all men have the capacity to understand as deeply.
Sandra Cisneros, because... “I’m an aim-well, shoot-sharp, sharp-tongued, sharp-thinking, fast-speaking, foot-loose, loose-tongued, let-loose, woman-on-the-loose, loose woman. Beware, honey. I’m Bitch. Beast. Macha. Wachale! Ping. Ping. Ping. I break things.â€
Sylvia Plath, for being my first love in poetry.
Ani DiFranco, Tori Amos, PJ Harvey and Johnette Napolitano, because their voices have carried me through the highest trials and the lowest blows.