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I lit the incense and moved it in circles counter-clockwise around him
The arm that held it aloft went numb
I floated his body onto the sandbar and used handfuls of his finest silks to rub the wounds clean

Lady outlaw
16 and running from growing up
Lady outlaw 
Watch your knives boys
Watch your women too
You don't know how many of them could be lured away by 
Lady outlaw

Do you know my hands like roadmaps
Or the freckles that trace my back like constellations
Ursa major above Rhomboid minor and your arms around my waist
Do you know the cracks on my teeth like the notes to Hallelujah

There is never silence in the old house because of the rattling radiator
And the paint chips that fall upon it and the creaky walls that loosen the paint chips
And the rusty beams that wiggle the walls and the ocean air that rust the beams

Feminist girl refuses to wear pink for thirteen years
Pink has gagged us more than witch trials
Pink has restrained us more than corsets
Feminist girl only wears pink for two years
We were wrong, it is time to reclaim pink!

Stranded on a desert isle
Raft made of prescription bottles
Watch the orange baubles float
Watch the fish learn how to smile
Falling out of aeroplanes
Parachute made of instructions
Seagulls catching the sweet smell of Zoloft