Inez Folklore

Sat down drew

on a piece of paper

the land

we knew.

Sat down drew

lines between

us

----

them

it's a squiggle here

decided,

the river's clear

ly a bound

Long live the dead we prop ourselves up on, 

The cane we pass off as our leg. 

Long live the gods that money trickles down from, 

My bones no longer have need to show

but bend when all the seasons change,

Come spring I have new seeds to sow

when you let me down,

did it bring you up?

when you love bombed me,

did you expect it to be reciprocated?

i saw your patterns

the pendulum swings back and forth 

beginning,

everything was lush