Two blue birds
A mourning hymn
Two blue birds
A mourning hymn
If I write it, will she come?
Being the only one who can fix it.
Make it better, an unspoken magical healer of all things.
Kiss it and make it better.
All my sorrow and pain pushed down.
Stamped down, on hold.
Choking back the tears, put a brave face on
Their cries have to be quieted first and foremost.
Frustrated and unheard
A woman’s work is never done. Mama knows best?
Everything is not alright.
I look in the mirror and see an ordinary reflection, reminded of its repulsiveness with it’s lack of a lover’s touch.My words, unread, unheard and unwanted. A desire that is real and stuck deep in my craw. Reminded of those wise words spoken long ago, some things are better left unsaid.
Crazy knows my name, I wish it wouldn’t say it.
Wish in one hand and shit in the other,
Cornucopia of Candy
Want to be removed.
To look down and see nothing.
I want to cut off my breasts.
A wall with a hole.
You, a pharmacologist
Procuring chemicals to enhance your perfect partner.
Ignoring the words coming from my mouth.
I’m boiling inside
Reducing me to steam.
Someone’s about to get burnt.
You don’t listen.
I’m not a woman.
You’ve pushed that away.
I don’t know who the fuck I am.
I found my waist and hip bones in hopes you would too.
Strengthened and straightened my back.
Ankles and calves.
Thighs strong and smooth.
Those legs though
And don’t forget that ass.
If I ever leave you’ll kill me.
But I’m dead already.
Not on the same page
Let alone book
Pacing barefoot on an earthen path
Waiting for you to put your weight down.
You’ll never find the time
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Call you in the morning.
Sat in a corner and licked that mad spot
Licked it raw.
Taking the panic out of my voice.
Dancing to the beat of a different drummer
Don’t let Mark tell you who I am
He’ll sell your soul to the highest bidder
“Roses love sunshine
Violets love dew
Angels in Heaven
Know I love”
I’m Buck & Patty’s oldest granddaughter.
I can buck a bale and can a raspberry.
Fix my own damn flat.
And I’m Luca’s Nammy.
Swimming in dark molasses.
I opened my mouth and heard her scream.
The whites of my eyes turned pink
This foundation means nothing.
Tears are constantly there.
Waking me in the night drowning me in my sleep.
I don’t want to feel like this anymore.
I am a danger to no one but myself.
Enclose me in a box of slate rock
My fingertips running along the stony cleft.
rub the dirt particles into the stone.
I could lay my head down and moisten the rock with my tears.
Cool my cheek against it.
Leave me there till i come to my senses
That panic came from somewhere.
Under my rib cage next to my heart.
It scares me.
I scare me.
Window to a soul.
Tears have to fall before you can see.
Eyes like laser beams.
Addicted to the choke.
The spasm in my belly.
The orgasm in pain.
A sweet sorrow.
Muscles humming in anticipation.
Craving the dark things.
I want to rip it all out and lay it bare. Have you take a stick and poke at it, examine it.
Flip my insides over and say there, that’s it right there. That bit of flesh, right there.
His hands were working hands.
Big, thick and strong.
Calloused and stained.
Creased with scars.
Smell of old beaten leather.
He wept like me, my Papa.
We painted with the same shade of blue.