Would they let her watch the gold dissolve? / She imagined the circle of ever after writhing / in the heat of her anger.
she is gasping / in the water, making eyes / at the ceiling, / at the asp, grasping his hands.
your body, my god. / The sound of devotionals / coming right on home
I have the reds. I vomited blood on the bed. / Listen. I have no ear for music but music // won’t leave me alone. It dry heaves, / pours itself another
Watch their mystical dance. Pour champagne from glass into an empty iced tea jug we’ll all / hug today at least once. Here, we gather around evening fires, listen to the difference the / lake makes after dusk.
Let them nestle among you with their arms crossed in delicate twists. Caw again so I can / hear you. Caw again so I know you’re still around. Lone fir and pitch moss; all the water,
No point threatening us: we will not stay away from the boarded shack and its mice, splinters, / loose nails, oily dust in our clothes and mouths
lord god the big big man in the sky big big man of our one / room shack nailed & hammered out of dead gods daddy / felled himself / to fasten a roof as sky stars made of light bulbs