The 365 Project Pt. II

like whistles made
of bones wind blows through
and we sing
again before
our dust melts into clay

like lowering yourself
into a bathtub full of lightbulbs
careful now
be gentle
or you’ll soon be ribbons

no fetishes or shrines
no socks over our hands
will protect us from harm
or deliver us from
ourselves

like irises smell of grapes
protected by green swords
and beestings
be wary
or soon you’ll be honey

no fetishes or shrines
no socks over our hands
will protect us from harm
or deliver us from
ourselves

epw 4.11.08 perrysburg, oh