Push and shove…
I sat drinking from the gourd that the last one poured…
I woke up late today, wrapped in my own flesh… breezy, the air was coming through the window shield… I could hear birds chirping as it fights the horns across the street… it sends me memories… I knocked on that old door to remind me that it’s forever closed… A memory sinking in between my teeth… ‘Did you hear it? It reverberated on the walls as I sleep…’ I opened my eyes and whisper to a new voice… ‘Will you scoop it out from me? Hold me from my back with your hands, I will welcome it…’ I am racing to the end of the line…
Saline drops as I rubbed it against my sheets… a happy lonely thought… I am still here, waiting for a moment to replace the old… ‘give me the first taste…’
To push and shove so as not to be abandoned… I have become what I fear, a woman once more, to say then mean another… just a little affirmation so as not to runaway… not a pretty sight… not a pretty tongue… I burn it every time it slips from my mouth…
‘Your hands are in my hair but my heart is in your teeth…’ Jewel is singing in my ears tonight…
