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  • KC "Lokahjarta" Wyatt

unquiet thought

as I write music for my lover, my notes look like this - “Loke, Loke ram O flame-haired and firetongued, red meat (thrice roasted) kinda guy, Where-You-Goin-Girlie sorta man, red string wrangler, mr. snakeskin boots Ol’ Come-Walkin-This-Way barbed bait (cherry flavored) –”

I can’t help but start writing letters, going - “i liked the way you looked at me when you asked me for it and when you wrapped your arms around my neck and you begged me not to quit and when you ran your fingers through my hair Well, there ain’t no sweeter sound than your voice callin me handsome. I just have to sing it to you, baby, you really make me feel like your man.” Let me sing it for you, sugar - “Áss that just won’t quit, Whim with a Whip O Unquiet Thought, Mr. Have-I-Got-My-Point-Across, Ol’ Way-With-Words, Godlust that persists –” A text comes through. I put down the pen and prose. “I’m pulling up in 15 mins and when I get there you’d better get in. I’m not leaving without you, I can’t shake the smell of your hair on the wind. Come on home, cowgirl. You ain’t done yet.” I text back – “What an offer.” Still. I can’t resist. I get in.


A Southwestern cowboy loving Lokean moonlighting as a high femme goth. Genderqueer and weird, wed to the god 9 years. - KC Wyatt.


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