At the bottom of the birdbath is a spigot
full of brandy. You are fog-kissed frog
king & I am lovelier but lonelier. Less princess
than mutant, I can’t return your gaze. Instead,
let’s compete for hunger: whomever’s satisfied
loses. You, pellucid & fat with dragonflies.
Appetite, appetite, who wants a slipshod
stomach. I am bored to my ears with green
balloons. What do I covet? Vivisection.
I want something poisoned to unpeel
me. My overripe dress crushed in the bathtub.
Every bone’s a bedpost: discolored maquetry.
I the winner, provocateur locked in sad princess
basement. Wurlitzers eat my nail clippings.
Sonograms map my lesser limbs. Oh, handsome:
you grin the grin of a sledgehammer.
Is it because the rain beats without ceremony.
Is it because sorry is mincemeat & rotted
tubers. Is it because this is a song of unsaving.