marcy, I think you’re doing it on purpose
taking all my words and turning them to torches
and bending up my circuits
almost like a smile, almost like I’m worth it
lately, been feeling pretty reckless
let’s take whatever’s left and roll around the mattress
and wind up somewhere else where
no one knows our names, our families our real hair
if I could weave a bracelet of your teeth...
marcy, you’ve been writing out your thesis
in disappearing ink, I don’t think I can read this
but if I could say my peaces
then we could paint the walls whatever baby pleases
if I could be exactly as I seem
and hold a steady hand on the back of your jeans
if I could weave a bracelet of your teeth
and they’d sink into me
when I’m too far to reach
they’d sink into me
when I’m too drunk to speak
they’d sink into me
when they think I’m ready
As Tickley Feather, Annie Sachs creates a cavernous and twinkly sonic universe where Kate Bush orbits the Cocteau Twins. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2021