Clairaudience
I am a simple woman
I like an exposed nape, a shoulder kiss
Hard swallow belly clench
Two sweet little pebble pricks
Startled through thin cotton, yeah
Got him so bothered he don’t feel that
Artist arthritis
Bump his hips hands haphazardous
Tryna finish his pet pet project
Just to gasp buck the prettiest mess
What’s the purpose of a surface
I don’t christen it
A space without my acoustics
Wouldn’t say my boys romantic
But he do say, “You can do anything you want”
“I’m yours.”
And I do it, woman marks her territory
High heat high fidelity
Want that mouth slaked off salt from my thigh
Real dimple thick
Got that strength and that endurance
Baby it’s unfortunate
Can’t watch you pop more than once
Oh every couple of hours or so
You know I shake a bottle, you know you know
Like my champagne like my sea foam
I do it like Dionysus
Papa panting from the chase
Put sugar blush of grapes to shame
Maybe I’m a maenad menace
Or maybe I’m your Isis
Bout to have our wedding night
If I gotta fight the gods and steal a name
What’s a little dismemberment
A little death and mayhem
Boy I said I liked that mess
Ride you bare back till you’re broken in
No mind the matter where your parts went
Saved my favorite favorite bit for last
And oh you’re gilded whole again
You’ll catch my rhythm at a distance
That’s just what it means to be that bitch
Difference ‘tween some slip of a priestess
That weak shit you been drinking
And the Mistress of Magic
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Life Alert
Uh oh here comes heavy flow
Girls hold onto your tampons
Mama said l-let there be light on a Sunday
She said she said cook me a steak
Like that like that like I like my man
Rare
Well salted, seared, and dripping wet
Took the brand now let him rest
That’s a cygnet ring, honey, and a vegan
Just wrecks the environment in a second direction
Can’t pink up puffy lipped like this
Throw back-ack till he’s helpless
No circulation on an anemic
Land needs its apex predators
Oh I’m a creature of the flesh
Said all that is mine to give
First cut of my meat and sip of my wine
Your name I cry aloud in the night
I’ve got the eggs if you’ve got the platelets
I’ve got the teeth if you’ve got the iron
He’s got spirit
Long legs and a high flight response
Papa’s blood runs just a bit hot
And baby I’ll put that blanket on
Hand stitched dove grey Morning Star
Sleipnir needs his Odin after all
‘Cept I don’t keep my beard up top
Hah, you know
Look it’s not braided or anything
She’s just dignified, you know
We’re both grown, the same species
We make like autumn ahead of spring
That otherworldly mist
Burning trees and twilight haunting
Catch a chill off that eerie noise
Kids that’s bugling
Best stay inside
Gonna gonna make like Samhain
Mama does it dirty and arcane
Knock knees sticky legs tangled hair
Bites and bruises nothing severe
He’s gripping my dips like I’m going somewhere
Love stuffed hush like we care who hears
Moss and indecent exposure
Out here putting the red on some raspberries
I’ll brew a tea with these leaves
You’ll thank me in the heat of your season
Babes or not
Taste the sweetest contractions
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Boundaries
Now now I’ll not run him ragged
I’ve said not to sound like a dragon
I place highest value on companionship
He could be mute as a houseplant
So long as he vegetates in my bed
With the rest of my pets and textures
Don’t start when I throw a leg over
My first language is touch papa goose
I’m a cuddler
Everything, all the time, everywhere
Why be over there when you can be here
Won’t go to my death wishing I held you less
Never be wondering where I’m at
Seen you took some licks in the past
Quite the quite the luggage drag
Those some hefty body bags
Tsk tsk tsk won’t catch my ass
Ain’t nobody got time for that
That’s hobbyless behavior
Check the gym, the woods, my she shed
In the bath with bubbles and a podcast
Digging in the garden
Love let me tell you a secret
I barely tolerate most men
Fuck I want another when this one’s fully trained
They are not that interesting
You’re more than just the favorite
You’re the only Other on the planet
Only blip of intelligent life
She who loves who don’t exist
Bestie always said the challenge
Man’s only competition in my heart
Would be him against myself
Man vs Mother Nature
A woman and her cloak
Swan maiden call of the wild
Honey I like to be alone
A goddess loves a ghost
You’ll need that crepuscular vision
That naked faith
Mama likes to be both intimate and unobserved
Lustfully liminal, bit of hide and seek
Let’s play a little game
You be the hermit and I the black forest
You be the wanderer and I the wolf
Aengus and Caer Ibormeith
You get the picture, the oil painting
I don’t play it safe, I play it spooky
There’s some places you can’t follow me
But I’m always by your side
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Active Shooter
Act like you know the drill
I’m grunge goth Cupid with a blindfold
But iced lavender and darkest blue
Garnet scabbed baroque pearl beadwork
Remember I’m a Native girl
Fair olive ’cause my pa
Just a lil Tolkien inspired
Love me some early 2000s
Some electric shred Evanescence high notes
That’s wife for sure
Here for my autumn seasoned queens
With the winter complexion, ponytail headbang
Blue eyes
Fine wine
Well I can spin and spin around like
Fire wide and hit a boo
Heat seeking my super power
GPS guided tactical nukes
Signed, sealed, delivered, h-hit send
Motherboard’s a Ouija board
Spirits said your number’s up
Clear for fucking defib
Whoever you are telltale heart
I see you
Cue the Eye of Sauron, nah, I’m not that bad
I’m Galadriel
But tressed ebony wood shot silver
Quite a bit of silver truth told
Bright white
And I’ve earned the rank of Crone
So I imagine a moody lounge
Sometime, oh, long before Instagram
Long before The Internet
Once Upon a Time in the Underworld
No high definition film
Maybe some oil lamps, those are cool
Nestled tables and a web of red threads
Spark spittle
Tied to little fingers per tradition
Real rat’s nest
I’m pulling rabbits out of hats
But no one sees them
Atmo-atmospheric sound
Orchestra cuts in and out all around
Muffled lonely guitar, close, not quite
Some listless piano on the left
I’m barefoot beneath my skirt
Never mind catch MRSA off that floor
Sometimes gods put boots on the ground
Doc Martens of course
Ancestors sent an expert
Counting shadow slumps
Hums and strums entanglements
Scuffs and bumps and pages
Leave that one where he’s laying
That one wants inside
Staring faceless from the Exit sign
Sigh
Good thing mama brought a scythe
Titanium dressmaking shears, nine inch
Go snip snip snip on that beautiful ruckus
And blessed silence but for this
There’s just one guy left
Alone on stage in his only outfit
Definitely his only outfit, did he bathe?
And it’s just simple
So simple
Blood red on my finger
Bright white
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Soul Food
I’m a mix mix witch doctor
Put the brew in bruja
Mississippi Delta in my bones
The Chahta ancestral home
Spit hog, hickory butter, gumbo and corn
Squirrels and bears fat off forest nuts
Gators and catfish I’m frying ’em up
I’m saying I’m saying I fuck with a swamp
Go Nelly Furtado Turn Off The Light
Gimme some sad boy and I’ll show him the light
Kind only comes out at night
Just like to watch ’em mumble with strings
I just think they’re neat
Play best when they’re jumpy
Do a lil mud puddling
Do a lil mind muddling
Tongue twisting lachryphagy
I take some long, long licks
Call me a muck about mermaid
He speaking my language in no time
Mouth full of Nanih Waiya put him right
Like ’em a lil skinny and feverish
Parted lips, praying and godless
Disheveled drape
Under my old growth oak trees, acid green
Burrows and wallows heavy bellied
Deep chested he’ll give me his breath
We’ll drown some Southern Baptists
He keeping my levee luscious
Said holy is the Hanged Man
That soundtrack my habitat
Just like j-just like that-at
Don’t wipe that drool from your chin
Lock those lips, flared nostrils
Loose jaw tongue forward
Oh caught me a lil choir boy
Boy I said I said godless
Boy I said I said goddess
Boy get that get that Land Back
Boy gimme some hydraulics
Best been seeing to your health
I’ll get you by the hair real gentle
You ’bout to hit some angles
We do the carnage carousel
Just-just let it all go
Just-just go with the flow
Just stay conscious and I’ll hold you up
Said I was a lady bass love
Boy bust like whump bump spirals
Bust like X X dead
Done took every last drop he had
Don’t know which of us is him
Just water laps, frogs, and crickets
My baby be born again
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Slow Song
See, see I’m the type goes
Hands on when he’s in the throes
Boy gets a bit spooked and I’m feeling my oats
Too tightly wound, too much going on
But fuck if he ain’t exquisite
Like rain slick city lights bruise bloom busted asphalt
Fine boned shadows of grace, but not faithless
I do not require that he keep it together
Got my fingers all on his frets
All rooted there, rhythm like skip hop
Some kinda funk rock ballroom dance
But I’m gonna sing through the street splash
Just Hold On, We’re Going Home yeah
Gonna sneak some tiny butterfly clips
Stashing flowers I picked
Listen idgaf that’s my princess
And you know what there’s a noodle stand
And an old man minds his business
And I can’t have papa goose catching a cold
So noodles it is
Noodles and sunglasses, no questions
Don’t ask if he can manage chopsticks
Down the hatch
We just like any other pair of drunk chicks
See not so different
Of course he was too sexy for mittens
Mr I Can Handle Some Rain
But that’s just perks in disguise
You know like there’s a blizzard and only one bed
You know like I’m a babushka and he’s undead
Damn right homemade salve, clove and cayenne
Who do you think I am
I got pockets full of snacks
I got half a loaf of garlic bread
Ginger, tums, and ibuprofen 800
Got my man’s prescriptions, shit
Also his wallet
Can’t abide an empty stomach
Can’t abide undue discomfort
Can’t abide unkissed lips
Don’t let nothing get nicked or lost
I’m hawk-eyed ya, I stay focused
Fuck with every inch of this silly ho
Fool don’t even gotta make sense
You’re cooked when you’re hot for his babble
That so baby, better tell me all about it
Fascinating
I say as I swath him in blankets
It’s raining it’s pouring, lightning cracks
Got biscuits in the oven and pepper gravy
I’m steeping some mullein with slippery elm
Whatever he’s on about, he’s so passionate
Some carnival goldfish in his head
Hun that’s not condescension
The fussing is foreplay, big F
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