Recess

Desire & quiet moon

Vanquish 

My mother might say      it embroidered me in wax
like a bee left     image        center      of the icon visible.
Offstage      deformity gallop     tethered
my two true mouths & one eye.

Oracle for my hip 

or if God is like the log lady

& can only hold so much. In

a private display I slather myself

in solid sunset, 

Assimilations 

I bathe an apparition falls like snow into my arms. I try to convince myself 

that the moon drips magenta honey & it's running down my arms to save me. Everytime I wipe my tears I form into glass. 

Postpartum 

No curfew. No handsome stranger. 
No spotless woman— a serenic a winsome 
is like a homicide: a street of poppies 
& an auctioneer

Operation Betty Boop

Madly

between / door & door frame / imagine his hands
like sleeping spiders touching my skirt / no it

was a maxi skirt— / anyways so he scurries /

Heart planetary

Movie

still: wind blowing a dress up, delicious wind,
whistling at her undies. I am a torch beaming &

clarifying, all seeing angel—

How to merchandise a woman & how to get revenge

/my innocence is on the trains behind/...I always have time for a ladybug

St. Kilda

"Watch the parchment metal skin folds of his helium balloon— it whooshing left & right like a tortoise. / Listen with a cup on the door to the / blue flare & ivory crackle of a candle."


A happy birthday 

The academy recognises me & my wet claws, ...I would be the youngest girl there, 

        I'd seep into a chair's arms like an orphaned crow, 

Cancer mercury 

Back of my sweater pilling from the brick walls of a

cabin & stuck like velcro. Snow from another’s hand brushed

on my cheek like

sugar. They recoil like a lantern.

Dorothy Lune

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