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What It Was Like
What It Was Like
What It Was Like
I tried to explain my exhaustion and to ask for clarification about our work
from Shannon, from Jessamyn, from Emily
after a day and a night of riding riding riding
when we were taking a moments rest
in my living room for a debrief I hoped
but they were too busy being goddesses to answer
else they were not there.
the hawkjudgmental
the ratdied inside Buddha
the ibisesnever travelled alone, always talking
the cockroachthe Lord of the Flies is misunderstood, do not burn me for telling the
truth of
that
the dogthe doppelgnger of my dog that appears when I switch off the fuse box on
moonless nights.
the monkeyslawyer minions sent to bafflemany things like like people but are not.
the frogchanges gender, as do I sometimes, in my mind. I grow a beard to anchor me.
the black diminutive drag queenemerges from underneath my sink, a Fury of
punishment for every way in which I have failed to do right by a
Lover.
the snakesometimes swallowing your own tail/tale means infinity, sometimes
absurdity.
the antsalways working but never finished, the sign of the descent of the gods of
industry and futility. They are brothers and they often ride
together.
Mermaid
Manticore
Satyr
Unicorn
Minotaur
I lure, I flee, I rut, I am alone, I roar and devour in my captivity, the shameful son.