1/6/07 - Lesbian Suicides
I don’t think you realize
How easy you say it would be
If you could invite the lesbian suicides to your doorstep
If you could drag them by their hair
With their bare white toes clutching the drain
Force them to it’s-the-shower-on-my-face
It’s-the-noise-you’re-birthing-in-my-throat
With your
Kill the sex kill the words kill the girls
(While we rock ourselves in the cupboards and cabinets)
And don’t tell me anything I don’t want to know. I never did.
Your words are spilling red
Cracking in the ears of the lesbian suicides
(We are rocking ourselves as if sleep could pause your invective)
As if you could pull us all back to your mold
By the stain of your hand on our cheeks
My bed is my cabinet and all the music notes and magazine cutouts and
All the lesbian suicides sleep against my chest
How easy you say it would be
If you could invite the lesbian suicides to your doorstep
If you could drag them by their hair
With their bare white toes clutching the drain
Force them to it’s-the-shower-on-my-face
It’s-the-noise-you’re-birthing-in-my-throat
With your
Kill the sex kill the words kill the girls
(While we rock ourselves in the cupboards and cabinets)
And don’t tell me anything I don’t want to know. I never did.
Your words are spilling red
Cracking in the ears of the lesbian suicides
(We are rocking ourselves as if sleep could pause your invective)
As if you could pull us all back to your mold
By the stain of your hand on our cheeks
My bed is my cabinet and all the music notes and magazine cutouts and
All the lesbian suicides sleep against my chest