- a history in written spirit and musical grace
lying on the floor
four stories high
in the corridor
between the asphalt and the sky
I am caught like bottled water
the light daughter
I wonder what you look like
under your T-shirt
I wonder what you sound like
when you're not wearing words
I wonder what we have
when we're not pretending
it is never ending
haven't you heard
I don't need to tell you what this is about
you just start on the inside
and work your way out
we are all polylingual
but some of us pretend
that there is virtue in relying
on not trying to understand
we're all citizens of the womb
before we subdivide
into sexes and shades
this side
that side
I don't need to tell you what this is about
you just start on the inside
and work your way out
undressing for the fan like it was a man
wondering about all the things
that I'll never understand
there are some things that you can't know
unless you've been there
but oh how far we could go
if we started to share
I don't need to tell you what it is about
you just start on the inside
and work your way out
- from her new one, Revelling and Reckoning, 2001
she was cuffed to the truth like it was a chair with a bright interrogation light in her eyes. and her conscience with a cigarette just stood there, waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to cry. as they scamper into the night like a roach across a wall. yeah, they made her skin sore. yeah, they made her skin crawl. they said, "we got this confession. we just need for you to sign it. why don't you just cooperate? make this easier on us all? make this easier on us all... just make this easier on us all." there was sky and then there was darkness. and there was no one in between. and she stood asking her heart for guidance. it was like cleaning with a machine. cause joy it has it's own justice and my dreams are made with all of us. they said "building bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is flawless... when it is fierce... when it is flawless..." zip-loc baggies full of ingredients were on the table in a pile. they said we're keeping these as evidence until this thing goes to trial. solace was fingering anguish in a room down the hall. both were love's accomplices but solace took the fall. now look at broken daisy it's the same on every page. she's got a little tin cup with her heart in it to bang along the bars of her rib cage... to band along the bars of her rib cage... there was sky and then there was darkness. and there was no one in between. and she stood asking her heart for guidance. it was like cleaning with a machine. cause joy it has it's own justice and my dreams are made with all of us. they said "building bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is flawless... when it is fierce... when it is flawless..." fierce... flawless...
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