through a dreamhole i saw a hybrid of scorpion and human and he shot me with his arrow and with his hook pulled me out of the meeting house just to eat me raw and spit out my mercury
i once chanted bloody mary in the mirror three times trying to die but then a cocktail drink appeared in my hand
from what i've learned growing up, satan knows all our names and has made a good effort to pronounce mine 'cause i can hear it when i sleep, clearer than the day i'm missing
i've learned to shoot wishing stars and tongue my bites and take medicine of my own taste and
i've learned that saltwater is thicker than blood and i'm closer to the ocean floor than to the sky i’m fed everyday
i followed a trail of pine needles in Bali and locked myself in a fantasy
i spit my teeth out into grit and then
i wake up gritting my teeth, each one paid for with coins and hexed by a fairy
sometimes things that seem hidden are just as easy as ABC
just act natural, just act natural
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