Tori Amos

hey you gender nectar sifting
through the grain of gold tripping at
your door is that you. alpha in her blood
and when the woman lies you don't
believe her
rolling and unrolling
coiling emerging
running free
running through the underworld
into your room
is he real or a ghost-lie
she feels she isn't heard
and the veil tears and rages
till her voices are remembered