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I want to own beautiful things.

A hardwood floor

to sprawl about in summer.

A needle

that peaks on vinyl

A rose

that animates the air

before it has been seen.


I want to reside as a dangling bra strap on your shoulder

My eyes to default to the furrowed creases between brow and bristles at your moment of O

My mouth to savour the bare breaths

when you part

my kimono.


I want every pen indentation

to arrest with intonation

that mornings lathering of soap

The groan you couldn’t help

And that era when my name

sounded like love.


I acquiesce

I don’t want

much else


Except perhaps

to see the lakes surface quivering above her privates

To feel

damp clumps of moss mat beneath my bare arse

And to curl

into cotton

And blossoms

as they drop

in the air.


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If I had a $ for every time I’ve been called a muse… ‘inspirational’. 

I admit. I’ve enjoyed your desire & my ego has been sufficiently stroked by what you’ve created from me.       But I’m no longer content. I want to a-muse myself now.         

I am After all The Fertile one. 
So I’m going to impregnate the fuck out of myself.              
I’ll start with jazz ( a woman likes to be woo’d after all).        I’ll vibrate between all those polyrhythms and be titlated with every scratch off the record. 

I’ll then dress myself in the kind of fabric that will rub up against my skin enough All eggs will release themselves in the belief something is coming.

I’ll run myself a hot bath so I can return to the womb      Talk to it and say       Let’s birth this baby 

I’ll fire up my gut with cardamom, chilli and cinnamon so instinct will say 

Yes Yes Oh yes 

And no.    will come with a resounding full stop. 

Artists have never needed money to create. I don’t need your dollar coins. 

            I am the Fertile one after all. 

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