Nude in Decomposing Forest
i. what the woodland creatures wanted of her
mine mine mine gold nut no no inedible locket
pick her pocket seed seed no no worry beads
comb her hair comb her hair bite her lip
nibble nibble her fingertip
your fat ah thighs your psst thistle eyes your almost sh sighs
I’m so tired of beauty. Violet faced, wincing. You
dream static. Is it perplexing to be blue? In the beginning
it was monsters and trees. Now it is the human
shape in the leaves. Perspiration I lick from your skin.
A moth lands on the back of your knee, anodizes
you, too, with wings. Are you dreaming? Are you cold?
Your blouse, hooked in tree branches. Your shoes, by the river.
Your basket, floating downstream. How creamy your hair, silk
for my nest. Just a strand or two …
nothing nothing nothing just the obstacle course of your bones