red november
The sky is full of deadly hardware
star crammed river crammed heart floors
won’t stop palp palp palping
under the floor big engine noise
the stupid noise of this blue shred world
unraveled tipped into the burnt star universe
sloshy hort thump a zing bad bad country
song a stoned rodeo queen trotting under
my floors tiara askew
I keep thinking about that scene
in The Morning Show where Chris
wrote ABORT THE COURT in pink pink lip
stick my house floor hort monster my abor shun
my aborted fast blood slipping out
of a woman’s sacred body I never write SACRED
it’s too
sacred
big or small or big tied with green garden wire
thump thump a war in the capital city is moving
SSslip sliding under my floors flooding out into
all you beauty
all you strong
all you sacred
women
bleeding for the land



Always so wonderful to read. Beautiful and gut wrenching
So perfect and beautiful. Thank you for finding the words I needed, much love.
Xoxo
Barbara