Poems 2 & 3

I went back to the magnets and looked at the second and third sets of tiles. I haven’t rearranged the Oracle’s words, just let her tell it like it is. The messages are not very clear (except in parts).

2.

Have a pound, a smooth bed, you/his.
This is delirious, could be their crush.

Faster, spring runs to a stop where the sun don’t shine,
urging blood for watching—

it smeared these peaches pink as I was eating,
petal pink.

3.

I am ying, never yang,
swimming through life like honey
and the lazy whisper in my head
that says, yes, you can have that gown

~all blue and purple with rain~

women can scream too,
use their tongues to corrode the edifice,
and if you say we are just bitter,
that is why we must.