moss and fornication.

Woman: “Is obsessed with creation and also destruction and can fluctuate between both at the drop of anything… not just a hat.”

She says baby. Like a pet like a name. My body is on a time scale that is larger than myself. We discuss over wine how we try to emulate television and media and the biology of our empathy and our hips our lips our sense of poetry. And all the while we use devices to keep connectivity.

I and Molly and her Green Eyeshadow switch off at the words: MOSS and FORNICATION:

My Moss:
Childhood fascination. Blanket party description Indian style on a safe embankment replacement of youth with darling darling you. Stretched out between trees. Looking up at the green. You are ever. Evergreen. The sunshine of your love. Soft Pliant. Womans skin. Like a home. Birds nest grin. Red wine teeth. Ever Evergreen. Omnipotent. Optimistic. China doll. One drop. One ounce takes all the color from my skin. Molly is a doll. And you named her that. My boys they crash. They crash into me. My daughters name is Sunki Luna. You never asked me that. Cherokee and Hindu. To catch up with the moon. Bow and arrow. True meat and archery.

Fornicate:
Forsee yourself in motherhood. Hips spread wide . Girth. Grin into you with fingers curled up. The institution of marriage. Synopsis. The back cover of a book. Good looks. Openness. Like I said Hips spread wide. Catch up with the moon love girl. Says it was her healer name back when she took up traveling. Catch up to you.

(She says) : Moon loves your face radiating. Brilliance. Fame. No, star who relates to the moon. Keeping to self. Loving others. Enjoying self with others. Live. Light. Love.


Molly’s Moss:
Moss, to me, represents a little girl of age six wandering around the western hills of South Dakota. The black hills rich with the native american tradition. Exuding natural rock energy and beauty. She seeks out moss of all types. Fluffy padded moss. Located on rocks and trees. She pulls it off in chunks walks it back to the cabin where her family stays. She lays the moss squares down in a row. She lays them next to the cabin creating the beginning of what appears to be a moss carpet. She repeats this process of harvesting and planting next to the carpet which is already laid. Now there is a moss bed next to the cabin and every time she returns she adds a little more.

For
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Cate:

For every person with a right to be, told by a priest it is okay of coming in sin. I am Molly, professional fornicator…I receive a paycheck from the government to fornicate. (I say) : Is your paycheck tax deductible in the act of fornication and if it is at what emotional expense? These connections are easily severed. Like string caught on clothing that is easily removed during and within the act of fornication itself. And withholding smiles for the sake of collateral? Why.. Because it causes damage? The debts we pay. On tables, on floors. Mattresses, therapist couches. We are paying interest to our soul just to keep interest in each other.

Prayer.
We asked the bartender to turn the lights on a little more, just because we know that no one wants to be seen. But we want to see so we can see this later.

We pack up our belongings to see my roommates band ‘a post war drama’. On the Eve of inauguration. Also known as MLK day. Drunk on cabernet.


We’re all changing? Can you fucking feel it. Get your moths out of the cocoons, and get your tattoos really soon.