UNRULY THE PLAYIST PT. 4

February 24, 2017

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See parts 2&3 here!

 

The official playlist is up on Spotify. Eventually I'll get around to making this a YouTube playlist for those of you who don't use Spotify. 

 

 

31. I Hope He Dies: River by the Belle Game

 

She said it wasn’t much
of anything, anymore,
being raped. At least
you were young, she said.
You can almost forget it.

 

32. She Didn't Ask: Boxer by Lovers

 

maybe she’d have told me
I wasn’t a slut—
what Trent’s mother insisted
as she drove me home

 

33. Trent's Mom: This is What Makes Us Girls by Lana Del Rey

 

She said, You’re bad.
You’re hard as nails;
I can tell.

 

34. Nature vs. Nurture: Came Out of A Lady by Rubblebucket

 

A mother will out mother any other mother,
walking through some dusk lit park, hand
to chest, saying, “I’d never…
if that were my child.”

 

35. Legacy: Bang Bang by Nancy Sinatra

 

He put his hand on my knee
under the table, is the only thing
she’s ever told you but
you can imagine

 

36. The Magic Trick: I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone

 

Saw us in half
to find a cave to crawl into,
a hot, damp place where
being born is the only thing to do.

 

37. First Do No Harm: No Looking by The Raincoats 

 

Take time to hear the spaces
between language, the furrows, flicks
and frowns of faces. Bear
down, across; grin and bear
it; swallow over and over:
your fears; feel around
in the dark of others.

 

38. April 18th, 2014: Walls of Giza by Kera and the Lesbians

 

Being free is what, like knowing
the meaning of your hands or being
comfortable not knowing, or being
in Chicago, Boston? What is it
when I cross the street in front of cars
with my teeth bared? I want to be free,

 

39. All the Girls We Used to Know: Our Own Pretty Ways by First Aid Kit

 

We’d been at it for a while, talking
about how green I used to be—
coming from a rural town,
holding stall doors and my lips
shut for vomiting girls
because I didn’t have the word
for bulimia.

 

40. Bad Girl Cigarette Mouth: Addicted by Sallie Ford and the Sound Outside

 

She lies prone in grass
having smoked herself blue
twice over, inhaling
through her nose like a pro.
The cigarettes are 100s,
long and thin as Pinocchio’s nose.

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