Give myself spines
and thorns and barbs
and horns and heels
and clouds all around
my head. Make myself
small and small and
small until I’m bigger
than the whole town.
Breasts overrun like
grass in the face
of a cliff. Reproduce
the past in difference.
Foraging for seeds,
scraps
directions,
jokes.
All myself,
alone walking slowly.
They tell me to love you,
I tell myself to love you,
but I don’t really want that.
My skin tells me
to be solitary,
but where does it get these cues?
In the wind? In you?
In evergreen trees
resting in time invisible
action of cooling
and slowing detergents’
clean congeal?
I poured nomenclatures
down the mold of ideals
and waited while
the hardening matter
grabbed hold of
dust and errant needles,
tender accidents. If we touch,
it may hurt both of us,
but it would be elective for me,
a whim,
like riding a bike
toward the lighthouse,
and how much comfort
are we allowed in this world?
The longtime Chicago psych-funk outfit offers up five colorful barnburners with all the tension and energy of the current political moment. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 13, 2017
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