...

[[ while twiddling ]]
.
...opiate embraces like beggar’s musk;
stitched-on spines to corseted hipbones
festooned as synchronous parallels, jointed

.........................she says:

......I bile & purge young cells, forget-me
...... -nots & tears--my etchings are soft
...... & lonely, displayed close to my womb

.....................[we riddle jawbone, smells
......................................of morning cum
....raw opium seed lacerations,
....................sexual ancestries
...........................................laced in China smoke]


mine, finger bombs green-brown, have spun
.......... --when I was a child--a braid
................out of sweating dynamite

& marked the cylindrical slope of my back--
the parts where wild sparks collect, where lips
glide like untamed avalanches along the body