Freedom and B

I will see myself in his shadow in the hallway, I will feel him kicking in the spaces I once thought empty. I will lose him in the swell. And I’ll say, God, please deliver me with softness, I am sick of being born. And He will offer me His milk.

I say to my men, I have always said to my men:

You make me feel safe.

Of course I say it. We all say it. I do not want to be the sole custodian of my body. I have failed before. I worry I will fail again. I am not the frontier; please do not make me be the frontier. But my problem is his problem now, because he fills the shoes that other men have... See more

It had been several weeks with this man, who had already taken pig-iron to my sense of direction. I took his ideas and mulled them in my mouth- dry wine; tasting tannin, inferring submission. Nothing he said made sense and I hung on it, this giant muscular child, this untrustable man, wearing himself on his skin.

You are told that when you meet the... See more

“But before this I was in a five-year relationship where we basically became roommates. That’s kind of what we’re talking about in the song—what do we do here? I can continue this way, probably forever, but I’m not gonna be happy, and I don’t think that it does anyone any good. It’s the hardest thing to do, because there’s nothing wrong. It was... See more

submitting to the wild and mercurial whims of the universe—accepting that we can’t control when love comes, or when it goes. In a way, the album’s primary feeling is one of deep relief. Perhaps it takes breaking out of something to understand the myriad ways in which it was suffocating you.

Kiss me — kiss me —

cover my body in Love

like my body does not

belong to me —

as thoe I am pulled open

By the STARS —

my spine only exists to keep me standing uprights

without you

I would be happy — Happy

to crumble into dust.