Wading through copious amounts of old emails and unfinished drafts of things and came upon this little number channeling my inner femme fatale.
i am the lady of lullabies
XX
hugs upon hugs
you should let me love you
no thank you
bless you
and your mother and your soul
while i eat your dreams for breakfast
half-dazed
bite your tongue
mother father
i am childless
barren desert
cactus bloom
i am your conscience
like sour milk
churning melodies
to this dizzying daydream
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