get up before the moon drifts away
while the girl you longed to be
smokes her seventh cigarette of the day
now press your tongue against your teeth
say rot! say truth! say life’s a brutal game
spill the shades of your mother’s womb
see your ashes in that kaleidoscopic hue
notice the voices invading each thought
three candles lit for each sword stuck
say heart! say trust! say let me fall with grace
when the four corners of light finally fold in
and the hairs start to pull from your skin
slip some fennel under your tongue
and pull the silver out one by one by one
