(a golden shovel after Prince)
At night / I itch to be led into the lair / of your baying beast / my whisky / my wolf. / You’re
the keeper of my hollow hunger. / Only at night / do I want to get bitten & bleed / for I am just
a spill of untouched bones / a shivering sin in a graceless room of ghosts. / Red blossom born a
wild winged dream / harboring the flame of ancestral shame. / Scorched & twined into a sinner
with a craving for warm skin against my mouth / my cloak / my curse. I am but a stir of howl / I
am as bare as I can be / unsalted & soiled / a marrowbone of baby teeth & swampy need. / I am
a swoon of heat curled into a prayer / at your feet. / Just be a good girl / I was always told.
*line from “I Would Die 4 U” © 1985
