for something new to come, something old comes first

image par Claire

fire the maids

open the door

let in the storm

scream a hallelujah

to the raging gale

circulating in the yard

spring folie has set

my teeth on edge

my nails are dirty

the itchy scarf around

my neck has come undone

releasing red rage

i want to eat meat

i want to sink my teeth

into bone and gristle

set a cigarette

on greasy lips

slug piquant liquor

throw the cat into

the arms of the sun

she finds a nest of moles

let in the moths

and nightsongs

banging at my windows

je suis noir de monde

i've had it up the wazoo

with people

alone in my room

i regurgitate the past

flashback panic

a menstral flow starts after

nine months without one

i've given birth to blood

for something new to come

something old comes first