never did what normal girls did
carefully i smoked the sensed truths
with unskilled waiting shoes i smoked
silently choreographing flamencos
exotically tapping beneath beds
two inched hems heaving my childish grace
bullying my dresses made of lace
not knowing the woman i would be
with flaws it freckled me
small brown occasions monopolizing my skin
where my music lives blowing on light
and where my real hymn horns
relying on my shoulders to co-host
for this instrument is an extension of my tongue
immediately and persistently attaching me to this fate
