​o jarhead! o wife! Jordaan Mason & the Horse Museum

I gave birth to body white, collected to my thighs
Held her there, between my legs, and brought my knees up high
And she slid out, I don't know how
She slid out, I don't know how

And you left your meat all in the leaves
Gathering sweat from the graves
And you, body cistern, I brought you a sister
From what holes I could not crave
But I'll go, and be brave, I'll go and be brave:
I only have faith in what is good, in what is good

I knew a boy who built an aviary
He gathered all the wood that he could carry
I pulled from his chest to get blind from the bees
And we exchanged helium because we're tired of ceilings

I found him bucked out, like a jarhead
His antlers found seaweed from an ocean bed
And he carried carvings of his own geography
But had he stabbed his own eyes out, so he couldn't see

I said: "I don't want to be your wife
I couldn't stand to do this my whole life
My breast milk is heavy, and you don't have
The strength to help me with this baby."