I will write you a song,
and name you Freedom,
not because of the strangers
you let inside your bed,
but the voices
(in your head).
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. by DearPoetry
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
I am a(n)... evolving psycho(logist), would-be moody photographer, occasional writer, travel aficionado, vintage soul and all-around silly/ditzy product of DNA and *postmodernity*
Current Residence: Zagreb, Croatia
Favourite genre of music: indie, alternative
Favourite photographer: Francesca Woodman, Man Ray, Gary Isaacs, Marija Braut
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: Dexter