All I want
is my two front teeth
and a red and yellow wall of flame
to separate us. A flickering rise
of firelight to shine
on the remains.
You’ve left me
for the last time. Now
I sharpen my fangs
on what’s left of you.
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Under the Influence of KaTe
Sometimes there are five faces
of wow in our breath. You
never knew me. As a child,
howling under ice: still
I am two steps and running away,
never knowing moments of pleasure–
of us dying together so that we might
survive. Yet, what would I do
without you? Take away the moments
of love and anger: with no warning,
we are as fresh as Eden, crackling
green and whole, rising in one joyous
shout. Your light is pale:
the fantasy, my deliverance.
I am your ghost. Deliver me
from hiding and cold memories.
I want to escape
Gravity, (long form
of grave), pulls me
to reality. I’d rather rise
to cremation, to
supersition and ash:
skip the feast of worms.
Let me ride winds to low tables
in Japan where people pick me apart
with chopsticks,
grown towering
and cut for meals like me.
Take me above where I can become
the fall and cry of whippoorwills
and crows, where I can ride mother’s breath
until I’m sucked back into life. Then
take me to outer spaces until I smoke:
That high, leave me too close
and falling into the sun.
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A silent man
He had a penis when we started,
but realized it got in the way
of conversation about more
than whether he dressed right
or left. Gradually, he came
to understand his dick
didn’t matter as much
as his mouth.
The Bones of Delilah
I want to twist the bones of Delilah
free of the mouths of worms and myth:
Take her beyond barbering and let her stand
between the pillars of the sun; let her weave
the righteous plait of Medusa; let her speak
with the red tongue of Kali; let her drink
Jesus as his blood spills. She has borne
the false crown of traitor from Old to New. It’s time
for her story.
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Diana Trees 