“junkyard carousels,
horses with their mouths polished into jump rope handles”

“chanting lyrics that speak to the loss of someone or something formerly close”

“just like that, I ate up every heart you ever gave me”

“the king & the redhead sip proof from blue glass, radio on”

“ripple of chills or goose bumps (technically termed piloerection) over one’s body in emotional response to music”

“I ran away and I’m not sorry. I found my heart in the crisper”

“There’s a “naked truth” in BDSM.”

“This love is homely,

Earthbound, it slices bread”

“I thought that everyone had eaten an omelette at least once”

“rub bobby pins like twigs. make fire. smoke signals.”

“I could step gleaming like a pearl,
or pink oyster tongue;”

“Your dress has been pulled
upward,
inside out.
You are beheaded
by folds of fabric.”

“this secret garden, sacred dirt

of my sex”

A response to Ferguson, made into art

“I identify most strongly as superfat genderfucking kinky queer writer and seeker of justice”

“My fat is as much a part of me as my organs”

“stand my body on a rock,
nail my hands to the wheeling stars”

“This is music that hurts to play”

“I don’t walk inside. I don’t watch the curtains
as the pale hands inside cry wolf.”

“the sound thick enough to feel the strings through your ears”