歌词
When J gave birth to Jill:
periodic, poetic tremor
in a red and gilded night
our Colorado kitchen cohesion
When F gave birth to Frieden:
soundless blitz galore
Around us pop culture made a vow
to a normative desire
drawing in like water color percussion
Jill would soon start claiming it to be lethal
to read up from her default red:
“Somebody dug too deep on me, Frieden!”
but Frieden would stop her right there:
“Radiation is everyone’s child
We’re seismic
We’re charged
Burning out there in the landscape
You’ve strained to contain
but don’t you think that your metallics
would have risen up either way?”
When S gave birth to Sunny:
a heart open to new humor
in an ill-gendered, polite teenager
The air shone like fire
against common, comic attempts on a night run
Frieden would soon start frequenting the horses at the Brintpole-Phixer Junction
to race out on Hotmail and disappear in the hills
“I’m running hot on the inside, Sunny!”
but Sunny would get her urgency:
“How to free us, really
When practicing singing
I thought:
savouring this fourth – that I can do!
Note by note if felt like
I modified sheer world presence
Retrieving my tongue made the panic erode”
Sunny would soon start yelling the blood work results through the basement bathroom door
American English rises to the occasion like a verdict:
“Somebody called my name on me, Jill!”
To Jill it sometimes sounds like
down here
a phone is ringing
It rings true
calling out to the fields behind the stable
I really have strained to contain
Could Fahrenheit and Hotmail come with me through puberty again?
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