If You're Into That / by grace mcgrade

I’ll be your strangest friend and your lover and your cosmic mother.  We can turn our family trauma into a three part musical and I’ll give you all the playtime you were deprived of in childhood. If you’re into polyamory, I can introduce you to all seven of me, each one with increasing entertainment value.  I’ll pull jokes out of me like emerald silk and get rich on your laughter.  I’ll give you massages, stroke your hair and read your palm, and even sometimes your mind. I promise to give you a personal tour of the neon underground rivers inside of me. I promise to be delightfully spontaneous and predictably on time. If your bored, I’ll make you pasta while I’m blindfolded, or spend the day hopping on one leg. I’ll nurture your wildest dreams and grant all your wishes when I bat my eyelashes. I’ll be your sleepy morning beach, your nighttime lightning forest. I’ll be your meat, your medicine, your holistic cigarette, your favourite book, your most treasured ring, your flame, your flower. I promise to be your solar powered sex toy, your personal blissed out water gun, your daily micro-dose of ecstasy. We can run away to the desert, to the mountains, to outer space. We can psychedelicize suburbia, we can give the stars new things to sing about, we can conjure up mischief and bathe in chocolate. If you’re into that.   Only if you’re into that.



I’ll be your strangest friend and your lover and your cosmic mother.

We can turn our family trauma into a three part musical and I’ll give you all the playtime you were deprived of in childhood. If you’re into polyamory, I can introduce you to all seven of me, each one with increasing entertainment value.

I’ll pull jokes out of me like emerald silk and get rich on your laughter.

I’ll give you massages, stroke your hair and read your palm, and even sometimes your mind. I promise to give you a personal tour of the neon underground rivers inside of me. I promise to be delightfully spontaneous and predictably on time. If your bored, I’ll make you pasta while I’m blindfolded, or spend the day hopping on one leg. I’ll nurture your wildest dreams and grant all your wishes when I bat my eyelashes. I’ll be your sleepy morning beach, your nighttime lightning forest. I’ll be your meat, your medicine, your holistic cigarette, your favourite book, your most treasured ring, your flame, your flower. I promise to be your solar powered sex toy, your personal blissed out water gun, your daily micro-dose of ecstasy. We can run away to the desert, to the mountains, to outer space. We can psychedelicize suburbia, we can give the stars new things to sing about, we can conjure up mischief and bathe in chocolate. If you’re into that.


Only if you’re into that.