songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

reprieve repo reap leap

 

he/we   granted a reprieve   the black hood  lifted off   the target🎯

with bits   of resected chordoma inside   now incinerated +unfussy

for a moment the firing squad puts down their  AK-45s

 

we run  ragged  jugulars pulsing  old bro + i  sit in MRI holding tank

the man on the cover of  TIME  circa 1968  with his head being blownoff

is here too   moaning +grisly   in a wheelchair   he is bound+gagged

later we hear his screams as the MRI machine  eats him  cho mmmm p

these giant magnets  see into our soulholes  our cellular debris  offal

+beauty    misery    detenté with  the Reap

Kissinger begs for my husband’s life   HENRY!  HENRY!   there is still

no peace in the Mid-East  that Kushner kid  shit the bed   now it’s all

hostage  rubble  +limbs     soon a casino

 

what will poet do with said reprieve?  she will hunker down on moist

haunches  +take off eh!   a sprungcoil   all sinew  tendons +jagged   she leaps

like a Bosch dybbuk   stay away from me     i am yet     free

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Spring 2025   ..hey repo man   let my people go..

 

 

 

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