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swanging hips, a pendulum elbows dark, tenderized marinating, coconut oil tension in my arms, braiding whispers braiding from the root to the ends detangle from the ends to the root flaxseeds, prayer hands baby hairs kissed, pressed a red brick dust blush banana leaves hydrodipped across my hips and my chest so with my eyes I light sticks of patchouli and amber the smoke crawls against gravity dancing around the open pores of my hair, each strand taking a drag the bass thumps and the melody follows me down the oak staircase echoing through my heels into my skull bringing grit into a room of living and dissolving torpor and malaise transforming dark corners into sunlit nooks I let the smell from the upstairs guide me, in a trance I sweep every hook, under every table, chair, and desk until all grime, jinxes, and ill will is out of this spirit built home armed with a bucket of pinesol and florida water, and a mop twisted with hyssop leaves once them vermin are gone something has got to take its place prayers and whiskey psalms and wishes blessings and forgiveness love, kindness, wealth, 40 acres and a mule so I let myself be swooned into my chair in front of my vanity, to stare into the mirror where I could see praline skin and lips made to be put around a wooden reed, the mouthpiece of a saxophone, a clarinet, or maybe lips to croon and **** sweet jazz in New Orleans but wherever I was made to go, wherever I was meant to be right now, I was closing down the house for the evening cuddling under satin sheets my coils and curls sleeping in a bonnet to leave the world as it was getting dark patchouli gliding around my blankets amber spritzed onto my pillow the deep hums of baritone voices and walking bass lines abate my mind to hush, ease me to sleep
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC
hyssop & patchouli
swanging hips, a pendulum elbows dark, tenderized marinating, coconut oil tension in my arms, braiding whispers braiding from the root to the ends detangle from the ends to the root flaxseeds, prayer hands baby hairs kissed, pressed a red brick dust blush banana leaves hydrodipped across my hips and my chest so with my eyes I light sticks of patchouli and amber the smoke crawls against gravity dancing around the open pores of my hair, each strand taking a drag the bass thumps and the melody follows me down the oak staircase echoing through my heels into my skull bringing grit into a room of living and dissolving torpor and malaise transforming dark corners into sunlit nooks I let the smell from the upstairs guide me, in a trance I sweep every hook, under every table, chair, and desk until all grime, jinxes, and ill will is out of this spirit built home armed with a bucket of pinesol and florida water, and a mop twisted with hyssop leaves once them vermin are gone something has got to take its place prayers and whiskey psalms and wishes blessings and forgiveness love, kindness, wealth, 40 acres and a mule so I let myself be swooned into my chair in front of my vanity, to stare into the mirror where I could see praline skin and lips made to be put around a wooden reed, the mouthpiece of a saxophone, a clarinet, or maybe lips to croon and **** sweet jazz in New Orleans but wherever I was made to go, wherever I was meant to be right now, I was closing down the house for the evening cuddling under satin sheets my coils and curls sleeping in a bonnet to leave the world as it was getting dark patchouli gliding around my blankets amber spritzed onto my pillow the deep hums of baritone voices and walking bass lines abate my mind to hush, ease me to sleep
from a collection i wanna publish eventually! called salt of the earth :) about my ancestry, my roots, family, my childhood, and my general pralineness
#routine#ritual#domestic#solitude#jazz#rnb#blues
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC
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