above me shiver lilies I reach I reach] I know what every person on the street
what is this last whispered place between us
deep in her plaited tresses locked
headlights who educate the unwary exacts the pound of flesh
spent uncollected shopping carts loiter under cupped carrion in the hands
the sidewalk cleats with its
until it speaks in clover between the sap
scoured sheets the follicles that leap
cold mac and cheese—again I want to tear
easy clingy and cold we feel he’s more interested in keeping
with our ribbed fingers fill up
from leaping into the sink, though she left him some time ago. But I will, Puritan.
I want to see you face down in her crotch the moment the John leaves. 85% of you don’t know what I’m talking about—
a fire hydrant? What does blood
taste like licked from corrugated aluminum?
in the chimney—what was it
seeking? Rainbird controls would give you a present: a memory
sequestered in their cement bunkers
as empty as congress, with the traffic control of the first lesbian kiss I ever witnessed, wet and
so easily breached by drunken bumpers?
[your dark face lowers in the ice cube filled tub