Headache sitting on my head like a succubus
He says, she says
Sink back in the warm womb of covers, child
This is my Sabbath
Eel skin sibilance soaks slippery in the sheets

Could have resuscitated from a charcoal coma
In time to see overweight ladies in circus hats shaped like beehives and hula-hoops
Come drooling out from between the two red teeth of God’s mouth

But the course faltered as discolored toenails acquainted rug fibers

Watching a face pockmarked by acne and adolescence
Proceed with grated jaw, high cheekbones,
A bruise swelled to a yellow and russet rotting apple

His sticky eyes distinguish
Hands transforming the topography of his shoulders’ canvas
As shuttered eyes and burdened heads bow
To celebrated the boy who said yes

And a voice from the seats whispers to me,
This is the most beautiful example of love I’ve ever known

It is on the wind and
will arrive first thing
tomorrow afternoon.

Last night I swallowed
my French heritage.
It was everything It could be-
soft murmurs incomprehended;
foreign.
Breathing into me, knowing
I understand.
A dream unbelievable
Hours of my wildest imagination
right before me
at
last.

I have not yet woken up.

i place my words carefully
each in order
so as to construct
my mind.
and i’m finding
she ain’t purdy.