Symmetry

fractures
grotesque silhouette
balance
she, draped in light ochre-cloud, names you a pest
drops dead milk, rot, on the floor in preparation for
decay-hungry children
anise alcohol eyes: cannibal craving distill in cavities

we should play the dependence game, but
only if logic will cut the thread
you can drown the virgin in the bath
and we'll give her back to earth

Daydream haze
silent film Sunday morning
cream stilettos baking
cherry scones
he always
burned with the trash

then I watched closed eyes, weak
heart pushing through neck
and dove beneath his ribcage
around amaryllis remains