she found God!
correction: they found faith
correction: that thing crawling behind the bins last night claims to pray
sure I’m full of faith but I’m not very good at it
I try and find a flow with it, rapids licking my heels as I flail in seafoam
Sadhana becomes submission becomes masochism becomes transcendent
God is women as in derby & dykes
God is women as in boats and knives
God is women as in the burial grounds
Dadi warned me that this worship would eat me alive
But that’s my karma
My appetite
I think God is a dominatrix and I am her plaything
And I’m not just saying that because I’m biased
She broke open my pelvis and everything fell together and apart
Knots in muscle
Knots in a cord unfurling into ugly hope
I smiled at the ash
The clock tower I’ve spent a life climbing crumbled at the foundations
Lightning sparks. Screams
Singing Singing Singing.
Like a deer in the headlights
Who understands something that we don’t
Because when faced with time
It pauses to listen
“Who dares misery love, who hugs the form of death”
Who finds humanity in the unloved and the grotesque
She makes me kinder, sharper, wiser
A monstrous femme
Not your kind of “divine feminine”
Tell me something more feminine than shoulders and teeth
Where I’m from divinity is bearing weapons naked, dancing on battlefields
Mother ain’t proud
But Ma is
(happy april fools day)
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