songs by Deftones & poetry erasures by OaksOaks’ original poems inspired by each song
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We cross matchstick
& gasoline, are wise
to the consequence,
full of night,
by the mouthful
because morning skies
shower too much shame,
on skin too thin
for our own light.
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Sometimes I apocalypse face down on the ground which means that I’ve peeled my fingerprints off my right mind. Which means my heart is falcon, is sailfish, is water slide. Sometimes I have too many edges that sharpen my tongue swollen with apology. Which means I am skinning myself of my tenderness & sometimes I forget who I am under all the mothering. Sometimes I am more lover than mother. Sometimes I mother my lover.
Once, at noon, I was drinking boxed wine through a straw out of a pre-mixed Kool-Aid container because my dishwasher was broken. Once I had Christ shoved so far down my throat that his feet poked from my mouth all day & people started to take notice & I hate being the center of attention. Once I was bitch slapped by a woman with schizophrenia. Once I was bitch slapped by a boy I loved because he was bitch slapped by his father. Once I tried to dye the water clear again. Once I tried to wash my eyes out with soap. Once I tried to slam the revolving door of my heart shut.
When your house is fire fuck tying your shoes, fuck brushing your hair for the news crew. Which means I miss the way we laugh together. Which means when your hair is burning you can’t shove a flower behind your ear to mask the smell.
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Amanda Oaks is the founding editor of Words Dance Publishing, an independent press, literary blog + biweekly online poetry journal. Her works have appeared in numerous online & print publications, including decomP, Stirring, Glamour, Elle, Parenting, & Artful Blogging. She is the author of four poetry collections: Hurricane Mouth (NightBallet Press, 2014), her co-authored split book, I Eat Crow (Words Dance, 2014) & her series of free digital music-inspired chapbooks. Mama of two boys & a multi-passionate artist, she lives in rural western Pennsylvania, where she attempts to adult but is pretty lame at it. She digs dancing & poems that bloody her mouth just to kiss it clean.