Midnight Happening

You never forget 
the fat preemie. 
A perfect revenge of the curse― 
at ungiving. 


Streaking in 
snow, when it 
was frighteningly dark. 

The moon-bathed 
body of the thumb king 
running without feet. 

How would you― 
climb, the black hills 
of desire in tragic land 
of skulls? 

The living god was to 
become a marbled statue.