“you can’t tell me / to reconcile / all the being i’ve done / kneeling at a pew / lined with past lives / i’ll think i’m there to celebrate / to sing”
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“You are harmless without antlers, / rare amidst hard tusk-teeth”
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“I can see four-leafed clovers in the grass because / I have magic in my blood. / My parents would say it’s because / we were Irish before we were American.”
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“Girls sometimes roil / with fear they say / we’d do anything / to avoid a sting run shrieking / like our mothers but they / mishear buzzing for screams”
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“…i was told that if it looked / like this / then / it was wrong / that i would need mending…”
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“country sojourner, you gaze at me in rough / lips psychedelic rum, see i live in the old tales / of thick thighed psychostasia. weighting between / the self-actualized fat of my body and the / flickering of french-kissed soul. see i move”
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“the myth is, you and i tell each other we are / beautiful, precious, rare creatures, we are beholden / but we are scarred, i only have one gift: / surviving a horror movie with my song”
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the needle skips, you pour more salt. i’m not fucking listening, / i promise. throw scripture into static—rip
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to be filled up / and begging for more / (when the womb is dying) / all expectant and graped / and waiting.
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