I like to think of them as trees
Searching for the light
Let’s talk about your sidechiçks
Dust to ashes
Dust to your sidechicks!
You remind me of my father
He can be with two women at once
Very good at it
In the tradition of men from my blood
You come home
At 3am and lie to me
Where do you go when you go quiet?
Doors that lead to trapdoors
Stairway’s that lead to NOTHING!!!
Tills the blood in and out of uterus
She wakes up smelling of zinc
Her grief sedated by orgasm
Her orgasm heightened by grief
About missing moons and scary nights
We blame you for floods!
For the flush of blood
For men who are wolves
We blame you for the night
For the dark
For the ghost of unseen babies
About heart breaks and loss
So now what then are you going to say at my funeral?
Now that you have killed me?
Here lies the body of the love of my life
Whose life I took without a gun to her head
Here lies the body of the mother of my kids
Both living and dead
Whom sleep evaded cause of me
Her shroud is loneliness