#357 like lowering yourself
like whistles made\nof bones wind blows through\nand we sing\nagain before\nour dust melts into clay\n\nlike lowering yourself\ninto a bathtub full of lightbulbs\ncareful now\nbe gentle \nor you\u2019ll soon be ribbons\n\nno fetishes or shrines\nno socks over our hands\nwill protect us from harm\nor deliver us from\nourselves\n\nlike irises smell of grapes\nprotected by green swords\nand beestings\nbe wary\nor soon you\u2019ll be honey\n\nno fetishes or shrines\nno socks over our hands\nwill protect us from harm\nor deliver us from\nourselves\n\nepw 4.11.08 perrysburg, oh