ɧɛཞɛ'ʂ ɱყ ཞıɖɛ, ɱყ ཞıɖɛ ıʂ ɧɛཞɛ

She was a horse trainer, someday her daddy will get it
together, greedy, sun the size of breastmilk.

He tried to take her to the wrong house

Ankles chained to the skinny dog
the dead ban fuck lick blacked out death meal
Cooler drinker rag with the big big bag
hid her money in potatoes, passed out in the cab.

I smoked her, under the hairy fern bone
the dad wont stop fucking talking
but the girl peels open her skin tank
pours over three torso-
girl in blanket
scared of oils

Her fire garden consumes all the dead wood in the area

the girl, it was unclear if she was there
but you were there
and no one was there to clean your apartment, apart from daddy

Lowering him into the salt
weeping in her corpse makeup
the folds of muscle
that would spring forth
to cream me
don't press me, feed me
mech me, merch me, murk me
need me.

Althea Baird is a worker, artist, and land-based organizer in Albuquerque, NM. Their poems have been published by Discount Guillotine, Visible Binary, and Pan-Pan Press, and they have performed at the ICA Philadelphia, and on Montez Press Radio.