No One Dances Quite Like My Brothers

This is how I first saw them
Eyes closed
Linen clean
A sensuality traced into every movement
Still now, years later
I get nausea
From the thought of horses running
Uncontrollable waters
Bridges
Feet sliding on moss covered rocks
It all seems linked together
I burn sage in my room
Every morning
And every night
And I thrust myself against my walls
And my floor

I have a poster at the end of my bed
Hanging so I can touch it with my feet
It leaves me with some comfort
It shows a nature reserve
Animal foot prints in the mud
And a bird of a million bright colours

I sleep with a small piece of flint
Whenever I get overwhelmed
I press it against my thigh
And let small drops of blood
Pour onto the blanket

I can't look into fire as I could before
The flames grin at me with grotesque expressions
And I get sick
And I have to lie down

No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
Firefly
Sand
Egg
Olivestone
Vagina

Death is in the smallest things even

No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers