7-inch: The Peel Sessions by the Happy Mondays
1990 Strange Fruit 677022, Limited Edition, Olive Green
Favorite Track: Tart Tart
The witch crawls into the base of the tree, greased
body slick and marked with arcane stars, loping predators,
and strange fruits peeling. Her voice is like the howling
wind through wheat fields, over babbling streams,
incanting…incanting…always cursing. Her eyes go white.
So do mine. I’m in my bathroom and I fall to the floor.
At the last second, I cross my arms to save my face.
All is dark inside my head but I feel my body jerked
as if connected to the witch by a string, a thin, cold
invisible thread in the tapestry of fate.
An amount of time passes where I probably ground my teeth.
Upon waking, I find myself on my side, vaguely aware
I had fallen, but unsure exactly what had happened.
The tiles are white with smudges beneath my hands.
But on each arm, right before the crook of the elbow,
are two perfectly symmetrical circle, broken at the
sinister side, made of blood.