Scrybaby
Saltwater, smoky quartz bowl,
garnet pendulum swinging above
like a drop of blood
on a silver chain.
A message from the goddess:
your broccoli is overcooking,
its green, sunless gaze
scorching the side
of the iron pan.
Male tears plop against the sea foam
in the scrying bowl: salt against salt.
When we crossed the ocean,
I wasn't in the water, but you were.
I hovered two feet above the waves
While your head bobbed up,
then bobbed down.
Inhale, exhale, sing:
"Your mouth is smaller
when you wear a helmet. "
Wings beat up, beat down—
touch me, I'll turn to wax,
hold me I'll hurt me.
Inhale, exhale, sing:
"Your mouth is smaller
when you wear a helmet,
wear a helmet, wear a helmet. "
I, a flying crab, was a-
fraid to breach the surface of the sea.
I, a flying crab, poured
waterfalls over your head.
Wings beat up, beat down—
touch me, I'll turn to wax,
hold me I'll hurt me.
Inhale, exhale, sing:
"Your mouth is smaller
when you wear a helmet."
Wings beat up, beat down—
touch me, I'll turn to wax,
hold me I'll hurt me,
me I'll hurt me,
wear a helmet, wear a helmet!
Kitchen counter, compost heap,
molehills in winter,
blackened green, melt into me,
melt into me
I'll sink.
garnet pendulum swinging above
like a drop of blood
on a silver chain.
A message from the goddess:
your broccoli is overcooking,
its green, sunless gaze
scorching the side
of the iron pan.
Male tears plop against the sea foam
in the scrying bowl: salt against salt.
When we crossed the ocean,
I wasn't in the water, but you were.
I hovered two feet above the waves
While your head bobbed up,
then bobbed down.
Inhale, exhale, sing:
"Your mouth is smaller
when you wear a helmet. "
Wings beat up, beat down—
touch me, I'll turn to wax,
hold me I'll hurt me.
Inhale, exhale, sing:
"Your mouth is smaller
when you wear a helmet,
wear a helmet, wear a helmet. "
I, a flying crab, was a-
fraid to breach the surface of the sea.
I, a flying crab, poured
waterfalls over your head.
Wings beat up, beat down—
touch me, I'll turn to wax,
hold me I'll hurt me.
Inhale, exhale, sing:
"Your mouth is smaller
when you wear a helmet."
Wings beat up, beat down—
touch me, I'll turn to wax,
hold me I'll hurt me,
me I'll hurt me,
wear a helmet, wear a helmet!
Kitchen counter, compost heap,
molehills in winter,
blackened green, melt into me,
melt into me
I'll sink.
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Hatem, Jake Bee
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