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You held my head below the spigot The river dangerously near its capacity Told me to drink you, 'cause you’d do it for me So I did. I was asking God to give me a sign Just between us, two – knock over the glass, I wouldn’t tell. I learned that God engages only with good girls Who don’t go around giving out free milk, like my mother said. Girls who lactate only after they’ve been whitened and rung - Whose milk nourishes, full stop. I found the cavities in my skin early I dug them deeper - I wore infection like a veil yellowed with time Over skin undefiled 'I'd rather learn from my own mistakes than from Jesus'' I said, when I was made to swallow the wafer that bore my name It's true I'd rather ache alone than be made to love anything God doesn't love women like me.
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
women like me
You held my head below the spigot The river dangerously near its capacity Told me to drink you, 'cause you’d do it for me So I did. I was asking God to give me a sign Just between us, two – knock over the glass, I wouldn’t tell. I learned that God engages only with good girls Who don’t go around giving out free milk, like my mother said. Girls who lactate only after they’ve been whitened and rung - Whose milk nourishes, full stop. I found the cavities in my skin early I dug them deeper - I wore infection like a veil yellowed with time Over skin undefiled 'I'd rather learn from my own mistakes than from Jesus'' I said, when I was made to swallow the wafer that bore my name It's true I'd rather ache alone than be made to love anything God doesn't love women like me.
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
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