I miss that stupid ache — Fiona Apple
Floating in a slick of oil – arms out
Funneling the pollution through my hair
Mermaid on her back — I protect the brain
Coral. I am myself: a filthy Exxon liar
Exposed, naked bulge of plastic waste;
Daliesque my fans and fronds, tempting
The urchins, the jellyfish to eat — sting
Ache is the song of this day. I wish I
Could erase your palms, your thumbs
The way you smiled when we ate steak
Your marks…
From this tape —
expel you; render you
Extinct, make you
an albatross with
Oiled wings. A seal pup
left in the 2020
Sun to bake.
But oh, baby… this fucking
Ache.
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