Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Let the stove get hot: we need heat
She walks on her hind legs to share her disease
I can't make dinner properly
You are a girl with a cock? i am a boy who can't talk?
Heat the analphabet soup to grind the little things out of you
We share the kitchen table and vomit the newspaper
Back & forth
But can i talk to you?
I'd like a word with you!
(let's invent a whole new language)
Divorce lawyers i shaved my head; she shaved her head
―we are new
She said she had a dream about me
Where we both had the right bodies
And i take pancake mix into the sheets
But i can't make breakfast with all these weeds
Standing near the window, she pulls her pants down a little
And says: "do you see where i used to be a boy?"
I say: "i've had it in my mouth
I swallowed the evidence down"
She panics and says:
"this is all i have in my hands—
I want to fuck and forget who i am
I want to fuck and forget who i am"
I'm trying to iron you out flat from me
But no amount of hot water can get me clean