A chubby, bronzed thumb plucks
needless tears from
a flushed face, discarding them quickly onto
the ground.
Commanded to supper, he gallops
past muted white
bells as April’s fleeting sweetness runs down
his chin.
Tag Archives: Household Songs
Household Songs: XXX
Tongues of the beloved hunger
for delusive miracles
from a holy intersection of mahogany and
lacerated resin.
His presence in the doorway,
like a petticoat
parted by a wanton wind, flutters nigh
sallow feet.
Household Songs: I
A silk blouse torn from
convulsing, sunburnt hands
falls to the floor in a torrent
of dysphoria.
Weep not for the bodies
who float over
floorboards like docile dust balls going to
their graves.
sundry folly 