Two‐Headed Mother

Two words looped until they are most of the song, you know, accusation and lullaby at once. When the words finally open up they speak as something older than the man they address. You think that you create the waves, but I create you, the two headed mother already in his bed.

Love and its withdrawal chant over each other until they cancel out, I love you, I don’t love you no more. The close is the whole myth in two lines. She pulled him from the black, and she can send him back.