A clavicle not a keyhole. Can you find me a new article?
A moon that won’t swing?
Dirty vacant. Fabric fletched
in every single direction. Honey in the hair. Little dumb
The action is one of release,
Can’t ignore the scent around clothing. Can’t shake
the feeling of being
shaken. A Dogwood is not a Cherry
and a third mistake is not
a charm. Invocation against desire:
shred the sheets, a hearth to sweep,
words to censer. I love your
barrettes, those sea shells as battering rams. If you want it in you
you can scratch it out of the rich loam
yourself. Removal activates
dread. Of the animal? Of the angel.
Sometimes I can feel the eyes of the abyss turn on me.