Medicine Wheel

Jess Williamson

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Been draped over dozens of faces

Been cut, dried, bleached and braided

One part dead, one part haunted

Get up close and you see the ghosts

A little squint, now skeletons

Shamans drink the salt water

State your case,

All stand,

Rotate

Ain’t it just like me to talk so ugly

Wash my mouth or just watch me now

It bubbles up, gargles down, to a stomach pit

And my words, my words they drown

And go on and out

Can’t count the pretty little ghosts in you

Or all the color i put you through

Grow longer longer, longer, long

Lash my back, spur me on

Longer, longer, longer, long

Weighs my neck

Keeps me young