each of these
my three babies
I will carry with me
for myself
I ask no one else will be
mother to these three
and of course
I’m like a wild horse
but there’s no other way I could be
water + feed
are not tools that I need
for the thing that I’ve chosen to be

-three babies, sinead

so i finally understand why i can’t get her out of my mind. it feels like high school all over again, the almost blind affection that was sinead. my first female rock star obsession. i dig sinead such much my prom date was a sinead wanna be. it takes serious guts for a girl of 16 to shave her head and i admired that.


the embodiement that was my attraction is the whole tough act but really probably the tenderest woman on the inside. sorta like a wild horse that can’t be tame but once she trusts you, i can only imagine that trust being unparallel. she’s told me so many times in so many ways that she wants to be wild and free. i think i finally get it now.