If your hair was on fire
And you would hire
A young girl
To die inside of you
If your hair was on fire
And you deny her
the heat and
The five stages of grief
Heidegger talks
the difference between fact and facticity
Like a book embodies paper
Like my thighs embody philosophy
erotica
his hands belligerent
neglectful friend
Who let me swim in his violence
Let me feel Let me feel
Let me feel Let me feel
If your hair was on fire
Open my eyes
Make me use a different language
Change the lens
Uncover this silence
I let it move as it will
Take off this amulet
It's sharpness, it cuts my skin
I grieve who I was
Before he put his hands on me
I grieve
and bend my will toward the heat
to feel the five stages of grief
Let me feel Let me feel
Let me feel Let me feel
If your hair was on fire
Let me feel Let me feel
Let me feel Let me feel
If your hair was on fire
