THE RATTLE SNAKE SERENADE

Flight, free, freeze

Free me

Of these spoon – fed lavish
Sexual tensions

Of silver trimmed foxes
And their snake hips

A siren calls
For the girls of the savannah

Timid and flamboyant
I moult

This Social circuit
A sunny place

For shady people

This life, my desert,
I perish

Alone

// MARTINA WALLIN BY MARTINA WALLIN