Black rags of grandmothers
saint napthalene of hallowed closets
the wood on the floor creaking
the little balcony on the verge of collapse, a spectre
the new owner
will coat with cement.

Black rags of grandmothers
wooly heat at midday
your scent like a quilt
and a cool breeze
you dampen my unfathomed night, the night that is of age
you scratch at my snakebodice.

— Please do not forget to name me ‘I Return’

‘I Give birth’, a bare sweet homecoming!

in(to) your vagina I creep
I take on your form
and we start to
dance
Three widowed Graces

My male head, a freshly prepared treat
on the platter
we tear each other’s hair over who will tongue kiss it
Joy to your seven veils!