Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation

Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless

You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts