Plan

Cast out she makes a plan
Taking form in the mouth like voice
Outruns our mouths therefore thou
Art vocoded, transliterated
Across the ocean, across
Another threshold the dead only know
The baby never not in your arms
The sweet never not in her mouth
Of the bees and their forgiveness
Of this intentional critique, motherfucker
She makes a plan and carries out this plan
To become a real girl
She makes a plan
All one can do is plan and study
But anger burns beneath the things we do
Beneath the prayer of routine.