from fierCe
eve
will you choose to be fierce now?
and in becoming fierce be free
this restless mess is for keeping not culling
this weight for wanting not mocking
when mocking will end you and me
eve
will you choose to be fierce?
with belt on your back nine times
and soap on your tongue
and snake at jaw
unjam your pasted-up mouth and roar
eve
when you feel yourself empty
there are bodies within you
yet thrown
yet cast
yet shaped
eve, are you listening?
all fragile mess and pushed-down soul
be the thing pushed down
be the ache in the neck of the earth
for this is our atlas
the myth we’re in
this holding onto things
and holding things up
it’s a way
to keep you–us–
held in
and eve
when you’re subtle
and an unseen flame
there’ll be veins to purge
a future to ripen
mocking to kill
and masks to shed
and there, eve
you’ll be art
we’ll find a plinth for your mess to be read
eve, will you choose to be fierce now?
