February 14, 2007

The birds come to sing first,
only to sing. They nest under her lids,
young sweetly hooded, hidden from the snakes

of her lashes. Cheekbones wax like moons.
They are not birds but mongooses;
their lightning seals her eyes. Organs

breathe hyms. They are not mongooses
but snakes; cells splinter and replicate.
At times, there is still birdsong. The needle

spins sugar, the engine furs,
looms over her like a great bear.


2 Responses to “heroin”

  1. Philly said

    Nice work. I’ll be watching with interest. Take it easy.

  2. Thank you so much. I shall endeavor to pay you the same compliment.

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