Your Magic's in the Mud

After years of learning how to keep your shoes clean
How to press your appearance
How to button yourself together

I beg the question--
Are your insides lit up?
Does your belly feel vibrant?
Are you singing the truth
or does your voice stay quiet in fear?

This morning I put on my most suitable outfit
and into the mist, I walked
Down to the river where the shore was line with mud

I screamed
Because I never scream

I wailed
I kicked
I got fucking dirty

I kept nothing together for the others

I let myself have my shadow