(Snow-Flake) (Dream-Girl) #2

black dust spreads like perfect ash

from that red spot in you hair.

i sing the angles and speak

to

angels and heaven flies away.

 

tongue pulses, eye flinches

echoes shoot through my spine.

To

hold

you bare,

to let witness—my holy affair.

 

tattered bones quench on

mint

and honey

rosebud water drops—

from your eyelashes

and your milk touch.

 

black dust spreads like perfect ash

from stale smoked cigarettes,

from lipstick urns,

for my imperfect thoughts

to divide factions.

 

the bowed leaf,

the arched stem curve—

battery-operated-vowel-gland:

enhances the last-breath-caption

of this period.

Reviews

[Jerichael Hoffmanshiret..]

"battery-operated-vowel-gland" is one of my favorite things I've ever read.
thank you.