Always:
dancing across ribs – bare feet,
cotton-sound,
the ticking of clocks.
Wilder:
ness I was, but when he called
I came
in the shape of a woman's body.

And how did [bad word] 
I came wild with love and fierce with tongue.
And who you gonna call?
I'll call the only one who'll know

Teeth gnaw gnaw at the breast at night
Call Medea!
Moss-grown palms under paper skin
Call Medea!
Feet kicking through the coffin wood
CallMedea,callMedea,callMedeacallMedeathewoocallMedeaooocallMedeaooooocaaaaadaa

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Ofa:
sunken ship i made their tomb,
and a song for little s i n g i n g s e a s h e l l s.
Little singing sea shells! [bad word] their melodies to feet and arms!

And how does it go?
[bad word] to feet and arms.
How does it go?
I'll call the only one who knows;

pearls roll roll in the shell at night;
Call Medea!
little rocks on a [bad word] tongue;
Call Medea!
feel them knock through the coffin woo
Call Medea, call Medea oooooo call Medea, call Medea, ooood call Medea, call Medea, ca a a a a a a all, ca a a a a a a a a a a all, ca a a a a a a a a a a ll, caa aaa aaa aaaaaaa