Praying mantis is here
Who knows why but it’s clinging to my bathroom ceiling.
As soon as it appeared,
I could never seem to escape this feeling.
Praying mantis, it knows,
Every single mistake that I really want to make.
Sleeping in my dirty clothes
It weaves through and swivels its head to watch me make my bed.
Its body’s dead and brown
To camouflage in
With the leaves on the ground.
It’s the seasons for change,
So it prays for something,
Like waning to be free.
You’re praying for something
And maybe it’s me.
Praying mantis it has
Two ugly clawing arms out reaching towards me, now.
It watches me as
I’m turning all the knobs on the shower, steppin’ into hot water.
Its body’s frail and light
Internal skeleton
Now dead and behind
It’s the season for change.
So it prays for something
Like wanting to be new.
And I’m praying for something
And maybe it’s you.
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
These two tracks by the Chicago folk singer were produced by Jackson and her frequent collaborators KAINA, Sen Morimoto, and Nnamdi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2023