In the essence of that gremlin with the on-point lipstick, Izy lays the facts apparent: Lust with a capital L / Self-satisfaction tingling the chirps and alerts of sensation / Doing the dance of confidence and bitter-magic / Sweat on lips / Types on call / Out of mind.
“Checkerboard” paints this picture perfectly. Like, imagine a hemp necklace wrapped around your ankle and tied to the bedpost as Izy moves south. Dehydration and water. Feel me.