May 17, 2022
Self-portrait as marriage bed
I am a marriage bed sewn into the skin of a sacrificed horse. I am a widow who, inside her late husband’s heart, found an empty suitcase filled with his sweetheart’s bathing suits. I am a dewdrop rolling from a leaf. I am a band of light pooling on God’s shaved scalp.
May 10, 2022
For Eris
Dream vag’s in
Dream sequence
The strings of Brahms, cut over
detox icunt tracks, faded, low-def
Memories
Matchbooks
Asphalt nail scrapes inside an
OMG text with fake tits and
auto-corrected dick-tuck paintings in
Baize relief
Amazon orders, incomplete,
the cart stuffed full in virtual waves
The Scotch egg freak waylaying the associate editor
He is hollering for more Id
Working brain levers
Smoking tenderloins
Cool water cologne blunt instruments
on the rooftop,
May 3, 2022
pagan spring 2
in you I entrust all my lust
letters I wrote you never read
you can make anyone regret opening up to you
how many men have you tossed in the bin?
how many men are in your compost?
it’s sacrilegious to pray to God for a woman but I did
in this water I asked to be baptized
in this pagan spring I deface your sacrilege
and commit my own again
April 22, 2022
Ever since bumpy died
you’ve had this thing —
repetition compulsion.
You’re quite good at it,
could be a professional, in fact
delivering babies
as W.C.W did it
Well beyond phlebotomist,
psychiatric nurse,
or therapist, in fact
I want to know what death is, too
Slipped on a banana peel,
I repeat too,
compulsively
You have this thing with
repetition compulsion,