Dionysus, guide my aim
throw pretty words at walls
and see what sticks. God’s sliver
missed me and left a hollow engine,
nothing helps. Oh, where are you?
Little diamond, kept from me.
Did you know, I’ll whisper this, in a mad way:
A million million eyes and nothing else
that would count you human. The mansion burns,
his shoulders go up. Who cares. A dark blue
throb. That isn’t it.
Open. She comes. I’m laughing in hysterics.
Open. I’m sobbing. Open. Go away, I hate you.
Open. Please go away.
Open. Please.
Open. Please, I can’t take it.
Open. Please. Oh, god. Please.
Open. Please. Oh my god. Please. Please.
Open. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE.
It can’t. You hate it can’t. You think it’s
meaningless. It can’t close. You think it’s stupid.
Fuck you. It’s a child. You can’t understand.
What good is it. How could you love something so imperfect?
She says:
These days you walk as a widow.
Did the mansion kill your gentleness?
Your army is executioner. Turn to dust. Open up.
A gasping. To lose yourself inside your own mouth.
I chew myself.
She swallows me.