moon goddess fever
disappearing
forearms and educated
fairies are
all stampeding upon my
abdominal
wise eyes. i am your
broken wing
stubbornly awakening the
other chains. spaces
between their
desires keep numbing the
greenery
around my pelvic. i
worked my way
upwards to black paint
and collage like
guitar strings. time
becomes satire
and sarcastic metal wings
start to
form on my backwards
spine.
and then, there was God.
no more fatigue wrapped
around my
neck my veins are empty
and clear
blood has flown into my
knowing heart.
i don’t know who you are;
you know nothing of who i
am
to become.
