Lady Misery Contemplates God’s Plan

Your husband’s thumbs, some nights, were moons and
nestled under your ribs, he'd push up into your lungs.
Remember, Maw-Maw always said that, Our men have magical fingers. 
Look at how your tongue lifts into fire for him

Nestled under your ribs, he’d push up into your lungs
his mouth, pink and gumming over your stomach,
look at how your tongue lifts into fire for him
he whispered to the life in your womb, Do you feel me?

His mouth, pink and gumming over your stomach?
He’s made a swamp out of you, dear.
he whispered to the life in your womb, Do you feel me,
your child and you now sewn together, spine to spine.

He’s made a swamp out of you. Dear
girl, watch for the birds, they’re breathing new air, wings in rare position,
your child and you now sewn together, spine to spine.
You aren’t breathing for yourself anymore.

Girl, watch for the birds, they’re breathing new air, wings in rare position.
Your husband’s thumbs, some nights, were moons and
you aren’t breathing for yourself anymore.

Remember, Maw-Maw always said that, Our men have magical fingers.

by Darius Christiansen