showhite.

Plummage Oo.

Decadence. Oh.

Pan. mmm.

Thick full mama

in a Christ dead land.

Jesus. Mother of God

of none. A bone is

a bone. A body sand.

So cloth

butterflies gnawing at the selvage

of a seamless wedding

dress. Digress. Moan

of ushers-

or pallbearers, or moldy

brides in corners, crow’s

feet caught beneath a

fire iron. But rolling

in Platony, singed fist-

so well, black-eyed, reckless.

Paradigm revolver,

bend me over,

chastise,

bad, bad mother.

Never.

Dust. So wet.

Meticulous after

contents. Sideswept.

Brides wept. Toes

splayed, eject red. Or

blunt stick, suck

cell river.

I take this man-

I do, forever. Whole

soft wet dead ruin black

overwrought. Fetal flaw,

some shit hollow. In sickness

sin wake suffer. Save me

brother. Bless me father.

Amnioaltar. Deadmother.