house call

apothecary salve
splattering my back
with a string of saturated pearls

please give me
back the breath that death stole
from Thebes deceit

"Blessed is he who, being fortunate and knowing the rites of the gods, keeps his life pure and has his soul initiated into the Bacchic revels, dancing in inspired frenzy over the mountains with holy purifiications, and who, revering the mysteries of great mother Cybele, brandishing the thyrsos, garlanded with ivy, serves Dionysus." (Euripides, Bacchanals 73).

clinical daughter
accumulating treason
on her inner thighs

bakers dozen

Mrs. Bible's regret
swingin'
on
the
arm
of
a
segregated
mimosa
tree
with
a
blue
ribbon
slit
carved
in
his
belly

watercolour

mourning light
sucking crematory smoke
in silence

sample sale

the
bodice
of
her
caress

unbuttoned

rolling
on
her
hips

cast iron skillet color
in your heart