ABOUT THE ARTIST
Jacie Andrews is a senior English/Creative-Writing major at Hendrix College in Conway, Arkansas. Jacie chairs the Hendrix College Word Garden Committee, which allows students to read their writing amongst their peers. Currently, Jacie is living in Conway, Arkansas and working on her senior thesis project.
Jacie Andrews is a senior English/Creative-Writing major at Hendrix College in Conway, Arkansas. Jacie chairs the Hendrix College Word Garden Committee, which allows students to read their writing amongst their peers. Currently, Jacie is living in Conway, Arkansas and working on her senior thesis project.
The Assumption
tupelo baby got a séance up her skirt
stomach full of tangerine jesus
that pale ale prophet, that homemade hymn
the way she taste when she’s holy
she taste like hops, barley, water
like not so virgin mary
girl ain’t got no name like mary
she wear too short a skirt
ain’t gonna drink no soft water
mess around with no baby jesus
don’t know she holy
but surely sing a hymn
sister ain’t never loved no hymn
she want women like mary
want girl gods, want heroines holy
mama got angels up her skirt
hollerin down that uptown jesus
toward the low water
honey know the lowest water
where the cottonmouth spit a hymn
the mosquitoes curse at jesus
bet you a buck mary
got a snakebite up her skirt
she think real holy
the woman don’t roll real holy
she only sip that river water
sew up the holes in her skirt
damn downhome serpent hymn
she just like mary
with that tangerine jesus
tupelo baby just like jesus
half human, half holy
you’d think her name actually mary
drippin in all that sweet water
hummin that thigh-high hymn
her delta heaven underskirt
mississippi mama is mary, she is jesus
a purgatory outskirt, she damn near holy
girl swallow that rainwater girl piss out a hymn
stomach full of tangerine jesus
that pale ale prophet, that homemade hymn
the way she taste when she’s holy
she taste like hops, barley, water
like not so virgin mary
girl ain’t got no name like mary
she wear too short a skirt
ain’t gonna drink no soft water
mess around with no baby jesus
don’t know she holy
but surely sing a hymn
sister ain’t never loved no hymn
she want women like mary
want girl gods, want heroines holy
mama got angels up her skirt
hollerin down that uptown jesus
toward the low water
honey know the lowest water
where the cottonmouth spit a hymn
the mosquitoes curse at jesus
bet you a buck mary
got a snakebite up her skirt
she think real holy
the woman don’t roll real holy
she only sip that river water
sew up the holes in her skirt
damn downhome serpent hymn
she just like mary
with that tangerine jesus
tupelo baby just like jesus
half human, half holy
you’d think her name actually mary
drippin in all that sweet water
hummin that thigh-high hymn
her delta heaven underskirt
mississippi mama is mary, she is jesus
a purgatory outskirt, she damn near holy
girl swallow that rainwater girl piss out a hymn
Momma, The South Is So Quiet
Tonight there is so much moon I fall into water on purpose
the wind weighs like liquor in the dirt I see how far I can spit
I could write wolves full of blue feathers
and the dancers cold and solo
I’ll never wear boots made of the enemy’s hide
instead I’m going to write you a letter
sing to each leaf the silence of the stars
and build a fire like a ship
the music doesn’t have knuckles
cypress trees and oaks lay me down
my dreams slobber at the mouth like creeks somewhere
I have them like fever their movement is a convent
I beat my heels on the ground
And that is all.
the wind weighs like liquor in the dirt I see how far I can spit
I could write wolves full of blue feathers
and the dancers cold and solo
I’ll never wear boots made of the enemy’s hide
instead I’m going to write you a letter
sing to each leaf the silence of the stars
and build a fire like a ship
the music doesn’t have knuckles
cypress trees and oaks lay me down
my dreams slobber at the mouth like creeks somewhere
I have them like fever their movement is a convent
I beat my heels on the ground
And that is all.
