Slut from Violets & Ivy by skeleton yaks

i am the self that i want to be
i am a thick-browed Italian mechanic
in a leather jacket and my junk is sweaty
heat, everything is so warm – HA!

who cares? maybe i am a girl, i am not afraid to love
i’m a leather greaser punk bitch
on the back of my boyfriend’s motorbike
doing eighty on the interstate
and my arms are wrapped around him
and the speed makes me salivate
i want him to fuck me eighty miles an hour
with his beautiful junk

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the best part is that who cares whether anyone knows what it means?
it doesn’t have to be a moral or a poetic thing
it’s twilight moving out of silence
i keep moving and it’s like painting
the extremities of my body are painting contrails
just tumbling through the world with no halts
not clear what it means but someday it will be valuable i think

yes you have these limits
and you have only one body
and everything is hushed and it’s never clear
to whom i am writing, i am just bubbling inside this body

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i feel kind of scared that i’m losing it
was it unfair of me to come here?
is it unfair that it’s twilight?
and being born and star kissed
i waited ’til the end of the earth

maybe this was something i should not have done
but on the beach – listen to me!
i felt this agency when i moved towards the waves and they would recede…

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