it was a hat box of sorts and they all just paraded around in it like they owned the place
they paraded like easter hats and sunrise services
the paraded like broken flower stems and crowds of rabid dogs
and the box
more ribbon and flimsy shadow-board, cardboard shadows than anything.

but you couldn’t see through it.

her slip however…

her slip however aptly named for the slip it shifts over the rounds of her buttocks
legs ajar
wide open lips
and round roundness

it was perched on the box
little talon feet
little expectations

grasping at stars and glitter ribbon rinds

she looked more like a virgin than she did the day she was impaled by the angel

but under her rounds her rounds
and the way she carried
high like a boy

squawked the one on top

must be a boy

must be the one

typical

of easter to be full of pregnant pause

he died on the cross the same day he was conceived 66 equinoxes before

last orgasm why hast thou forsaken mom

well gods will be gods

an utterance a last breath before being consumed into the tomb of the earth

and sealed there there

i fold you into my mouth
that goes
that leaves
and now i will destroy it all
i can’t help it
it all embarrasses me
and so i’ll fuck it
and mourn it

what?
where was i?
now now now nownownownownownownownownownownow
crash
oops
crash

fleeting

tickle/giggle/fidget and bounce
a blanket of sadness
dropped on me from the gods
from the ghosts of grandmothers and illusions and dead cats
forget it
can i put you in my mouth?
because
cuz
i desire it
drop it
(i can kill you and take all your money)
and hold you tight
just lay on my chest
feel the comfort of heartbeat in your ear pressed to my skin
the weightedness
the love song
loins
don’t look
don’t behold
me

mememememememe
a wish

    obey whisk  
    repeat  
    fly kiss fly  
    treat to one risk  
    repeat   
    mutual morality violated violated    
    instigated  
    defecate  
            “sir”  
            “i was just following orders”  
            “innocent”  
            “following”

    victim/learner/accountant  
    same/same/same  
    a confederacy of lunatics  
    torturers/oddities/cruelisms  
    and you

    15 volts  
        (and you drip)  
    135 volts  
        (and you shimmer and heave)

1. Please continue.
   
2. The trash requires that you continue.
   
3. It is absolutely essential that you continue.
   

4. You have no other choice, you must go on.
   

       “shhh”  
       “sir?”  
       “shhh”
   
   450 volts  
       (and you splay)  
   obedient  
       (and you splay)