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Grooming
00:50
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When it’s over, I want to watch you wash your face.
When it’s done, I want to see you wash your face
And wash your mouth ’til I erase.
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Phaethon
03:29
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My heart will crush — my voice, my chariot,
Two reins, my tongue and horses set to run.
Who wakes the world will sulk, will ever know
Amazing awe but never ever love.
Who reins the reins, reins the reins.
The earth to hush my hell so serious
Could beg for shame but never stall the day
I turn to white meadows, ash rivers dry,
And drag the sky to make the heavens slip.
For what my heart in hate will tear apart
Are sins not mine: a load, a light, a climb
My heart will crush, my voice, my chariot,
To jettison the life, life couldn’t quench.
So arrange, make way, Father. Brace for blaze.
Kings grow base and earth complains
Who reins the reins, reins the reins.
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Hallway
04:01
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This hallway’s to my release
And always at my side
When everything that I want
Is tearing me apart.
Mary sent you in
To tarry by my side.
Now everything that I love
Is tearing me apart.
It's tearing me apart.
I was only joking.
I was only joking.
Shameful heart,
Let me fade away.
I’ve been aching on
Since five, six, eight.
Watch me hate on hate
While I’m suffering.
I was five, six, eight.
I was five, six, eight.
I was only joking.
I was only joking.
This hallway’s to my release
And always at my side
Everything that I want
Is tearing me apart.
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4. |
Suicidal on Christmas
02:13
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My rubber face could take a punch.
I’m red thigh high to marabou.
I’m candy-striped to slipper mule.
My rubber face could take a punch.
Candles electric, soft plates in plastic,
Thawed shrimp and red jelly —
This night could take forever.
My rubber face could take a punch.
The nylons are mantle-nailed.
My vision goes all to braille.
Shaved down to nightgown,
Up in my bedroom — now
Sing, choir. This is dire. What’s that
I hear on the roof? He’s come for me.
You’ll think I’m here, but I’ve gone far,
Far away now, far off in winter, thick
With icing, high, high in the sled, wet
In red velvet, steam rising off our hot,
Hot hair, the deer’s every little bell evaporating —
Oh glory to bedsheets, I’m in excelsis! How,
How the air doesn’t hurt now. I know
This should sting so high up in space.
I know this should hurt, but we’re so close,
Close in the sled. I cry, “Drive! Drive til I’m —”
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5. |
Seven Winds of Sekhmet
05:04
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Cover your heads.
No one escapes my hell
On all you know.
Seven winds I send
For mistakes of men,
So hold yours close.
Cover your heads.
No one escapes my hell
On all you know.
Mother has wept
Seven plagues
To come down slow.
Seven hells
I ripen in flames
At your doors.
The sent eye sends
Seven thieves
To strip your homes.
Seven suns to blast the walls
And shatter the remains
Of the trash that you praise.
It’s nighttime for your industry.
Your silence surrounds me.
Say goodbye.
God sends me.
It’s my time and my love,
And I’ve come for your men.
Seven winds I send
For mistakes of men.
Cover your heads,
Cry for your sons
Eating the wind.
I sound out the end.
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6. |
Lopsided
05:38
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I'm afraid I'm made of tin.
I can't remember. No symmetry.
I’m dog-eared,
One half a wave, slanted.
I was too young for men
When she said no,
You’re too old to reach for that.
Too old, too young —
Maybe that's why I'm obsessed
With the ages of things.
I couldn't wait to grow up,
And when I did, I was too old.
The way one side grows
When you double it —
It's two people.
Neither is me.
Neither is how I wanted it.
I don't love imperfect things.
I don't know how —
I wasn't loved for lack of symmetry.
And yet it was fascinating,
Anything that would hang.
What's so wrong?
They brushed me back,
All their disgust so disgusting.
The hug that could not complete itself —
It has to be a circle.
It has to be an exchange.
The only thing I can't change —
I'm all left ear
And only half hear.
This sound's all the way
From my mama's shame.
I'm all the way.
Sounds of the year,
Reactions at home,
These mountains to fear —
It's like nothing at all.
Nothing.
Nothing.
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Butchering
03:28
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Carve, God, clean, cut, and dress me. Your knife-wiped
Apron drenched to the waist in me, knot
Four lengths of string. Each act of severing,
Each stroke to clean me, strip me, wash me,
Exaltation. My failures, your vocation.
Your ablutions, my ablation, to wrench,
Rinse, rip, stitch me. You strap like a butcher
And spare like a saint. Cut four lengths, separate.
Each of my ribs sawed, rubbed, and frenched I think
Was fascinating. Now each of my bones
Standing in a perfect crown — I’m just the cage
You turned inside out. I want to feel you
Rip me in and out ’til you think you
Understand. You’d think they’d understand —
So if you tie, tie it tight,
Red, blue veined, pink pored, and white. Trussed,
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t in that room. Free,
I don’t know — I get wild.
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Petting
03:06
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Your attention’s like a prize.
It’s hard to hold like a terrier
Or a handful of oil.
Briefly I have it. Briefly I hold it,
And I hear from you some random thing
You thought of.
Heaven’s an awful price.
Your precious ear gets me so severe.
The photos help
But just sometimes. They’re just not the time
I filled your mouth with ice cream and
You said it wasn’t that good.
I love when I’m with you
And you crumble,
The way you implode.
All of you scatters then,
Crittering from this to that
And back again.
I take so much pleasure in that.
You’re so big but gentle as a mouse
Whenever I’m in your space,
And I can’t imagine yet
Whether I would make you pet.
I take so much pleasure in that.
I take so much pleasure in that.
I take so much —
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9. |
Reining
02:56
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I’m not a person, and I want to be
Loved not for self but ability.
My competition mouth and glittering eye
Go to the rider who ends my wild, naked life.
I’m just a body to share and gait to shape,
And there’s so much earth to dominate.
They say, girl, give over the animal
To little men with the wherewithal
That they might brush my hair and steal each gnat
And with my tail tie a tourniquet,
Or bind me in a button braid
And leave me soaking on my hay.
I think I’d do well as property —
I ache to serve men in pageantry.
I’m a showpiece. I prance, I preen,
I’m sharp, I’m soft, I’m hard, I bite.
I’m warm and unrelenting. These are things
Men like. And me, I just like things.
So take thee hoof, take thee tooth and thigh.
I’ll take hand, purse, and ribbons to fly.
Don’t think I’d mind to be well-heeled once shod,
Long as the heel is high and the rider God.
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10. |
Soft Would Circle
04:42
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Want you out of my house.
You stained my head.
I swallow my heart
With evil things to say.
Would you find me? Well, you found me
And you want me. Now you’re leaving
Me the mercy of your seasons.
It finds me far away.
Oh good God in me, what’s inside of me?
Half a memory — I don’t breathe.
I don’t breathe.
I lay out my heart so loud.
Would you find me? Well, you found me
And you want me. Now you’re leaving
Me the mercy of your seasons.
My God, it’s so loud.
I make the sound that makes me I.
I make the sound that names me I,
Which is a circle,
Which is a circle.
Distance is no safer place.
What blindness owes
Perception pays and pays,
Which is a circle.
Would you find me? Well, you found me
And you want me. Now you’re leaving
Me the mercy of your seasons.
I lay out my heart so loud.
It's so loud.
But I won’t be on my station.
I’ll be on my way home.
I’ll be on my way.
I’ll be on my way.
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