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Louisa

by Pop Purlieu

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1.
Horses 10:22
2.
No one tells the child That it cannot scratch With all its might It is not panacea for the itch Just a conduit for life To escape Mirroring the birth Of the child An infected path So as they ask Are you with..? It’s paining, it’s roaring It’s paining, it’s roaring And it’s stoked No one knows mothers Like other mothers And even other mothers Smother disparate Effect a mortal clause, Clawing at the lips It wants to be fucked up Strut it until its soles rub off No one tells the child That it cannot feel It is still (where it came from) (from its hand) (from mother’s will) Imagine being A baby teething A woman bleeding While the inseminator schemes And breathes the feast of teens Old man seeks release So manufacture the least to please Rather contained than scattered To define a need, remind of password Ask allure how backwards fleur Mask sure words No one tells the child That it cannot feel It is still (where it came from) (from its hand) (from mother’s will)
3.
Dropping things to prove worth Picking things up to show remorse Holding things, hoping they forgive Tethering, temperamentally remiss Dropping things to prove worth Picking things up to show remorse Holding things, hoping they forgive Releasing when they harm the skin Dropping things to prove worth Picking things up to show remorse Aiming them toward the water Releasing when they harm the skin Dropping things to prove worth Lining with products of earth Aiming them toward the water Releasing when they harm the skin Fossilize divine imprint Lining with products of earth Aiming them toward the water Releasing when they harm the skin
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Double blind and in motion Double blind and in motion Arms stretched out to cut rotation Stumbling, which party’s moving? Wear the words on your forehead Balance is unattainable New standard of bliss Carry stress like a basket Of sustenance Upon the head, starving Tied and gagged sensationalist Against will, but also with Sifting through deliberate attempts Mending kills the intrepid Then moonlight over the zenith
5.
Dear 07:26
Mistress, I tried to abhor You asked for me When I was not sure And now I’m yours Missed rest Left potential upon your chest Stole devotion’s steady breath Prone, she was, to night’s attempt Against convention, Time was spent Inside your head Inside your skeleton Kinder than medicine As if I’m paraffin What we know, Throw to the wind For it shall never be known, I rescind I am not kin to her

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released January 1, 2019

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