Magnet poem, written last night at my friend’s home a few drinks in at her insistence. This is the best I could do randomly pulling words out of a mason jar of magnets. I promise it made more sense with the whiskey, but I can feel the vibe:
moon drunk
Incubate under my tongue
please stop
let void take two
recall purple summers
music beneath the rock
soar after a thousand aches
I was your place –
goddess in blood
With Love,
Natalie