#357 like lowering yourself

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