i yearn to carve
silence
into subjugation,
stretch skin over bone
drum beat truth
from the dark,
name it
art
but these lips
they don’t speak
so they’ll
sing you a song,
full bodied
raw
’til i’m done
i buried
pain in the back yard
except the bits i flushed
with the goldfish
even now
hard to
admit
shame coils
serpents
at my feet
now i am
a snake charmer…
come shame,
dance me
poetry
hum me
worthy
shame sticks
to skin
stings the eyes
tar and chlorine
if i were feathered
i could fly
away
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Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 
“Tar and chlorine, if I were feathered I could fly away” – brilliant, love the historical associations and fluidity of this. Looking forward to checking out more of your stuff
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Thanks for reading!
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“Tar and chlorine, if I were feathered I would fly away” – quite simply brilliant! Looking forward to checking out more of your stuff
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Totally excellent
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Thank you! 💜
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