I remember to go to church on a Sunday
Let the warm impatience of horseflesh and blackflies
Sun on pale skin and
The sound of six thousand pounds of hoofbeats
Take me where I’ve been meaning to go
All this desperate time.
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My name is Kesia and I have been making music and stories and pictures since I was a small child with an awkward haircut and a Fisher Price tape recorder, a Hilroy notebook, and a disposable Kodak camera…