Let me be unethical let me joke with demons who fear themselves sanctified let the inflection of dread be sublimated by the twin keys beside it thrill and readiness and in the crook of Monk’s smile let innocence decay and renew of the oval of value brooding its love of suffering Let me disrupt you and myself everyday remaining so playful you can’t stand me and can’t look away let me see the photo again of Naomi as a man and Naima no lyrics and dad’s mug shot so guiltless and the sambo molasses blackstrap had all the nerve of a tan line hailing that taxi as it weaves by in steepest weather it’s not androgyny she’s channeling in the fedora and studded pinkie ring white suit on blue it’s more like rebirth the most feminine thing I’ve ever seen this shrugging gangster a woman returning to herself as her very own king smuggled back into the spotlight and with such stillness the moment shivers let me be cold let me be blur let me distress them let me break the story into every secret my eyes can carry and drive by chariot card falling out of my loose pocket stoic erotic obnoxious let me be ma a fa backwards and the awe fat lips keeping their song for the private ceremony and the passing of candles through any storm let me deliver the fatal blow like a baby over kissed at her christening let me spread my gorgeous limbs and scream
