Heavy Lighting - Katie Kim

Heavy lighting

Body of stone

What would I be?

Head in the bowl

Psych like Jung

Psychoanalyze me

I get inside

It’s a case of my noise

It’s these damn sharp knives

If I had two of our lives

I’d be plenty

Plenty of buckets of nothing

I get out of bed just to see what I look like

The hands at the ends of my arms don’t relieve me

Someone somewhere getting me right out of here

Only a servant with blood on his fingers

Could make something odd just to see if it lingers

The hair on your head bleeds a smell like Johanna

I come clean

It’s a case of my noise

It’s these damn sharp knives

If I had two of our lives

I’d be plenty

Plenty of pockets of nothing