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!
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.