Call Medea

Always:

dancing across ribs – bare feet, 

cotton-sound, 

the ticking of clocks.

Wilder:

ness I was, but when he called 

I came

in the shape of a woman's body.



And how did you come?

I came wild with love and fierce with tongue.

And who you gonna call?

I'll call the only one who'll know



Teeth gnaw gnaw at the breast at night

Call Medea!

Moss-grown palms under paper skin

Call Medea!

Feet kicking through the coffin wood

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Ofa:

sunken ship i made their tomb,

and a song for little s i n g i n g s e a s h e l l s.

Little singing sea shells! 

I compose their melodies to feet and arms!



And how does it go?

A melody composed to feet and arms.

How does it go?

I'll call the only one who knows;



pearls roll roll in the shell at night;

Call Medea!

little rocks on a crusted tongue;

Call Medea!

feel them knock through the coffin woo

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