SECRETS TO A HEALTHIER HOME
You said I left you in cold, horsemanning
no night hope no hammer
reins painted on.
I slashed the pink sweatshirt finished a chapter
tried on a cactus-print dress
or I baked cornbread spiral-permed, ’94
eyelashes wilty the way years compress.
You said jingle bell
unearth our dead daughter
bury a music box in her chest
but I sat with the sadness
dry drowned at capacity
licked the creamsicle nestled in feathers
twirled the black wings Job’s tears since you sent
my hips out to pasture.
I’m going to smash my brass-knuckled future
take your corpse with me in the Ford Pinto
to get a free T-shirt.
Or sit again
a live copper wire
with me for security.
Sickness is myth.
When we did nothing it was since we were too cold
our bones and hearts Russian
a single boat slipping.
We were blank screens pink champagne proclivity.
We had so many clothes it was who cares?
and our bloody stuffed animals
marched over the kitchen.
We were ambitious, tore golden tickets, couldn’t stand Dad
nesting in bed, how our time disappeared in the night.
The thieves sold the pigeons and parrots in newspapers.
The thieves even burned the baby girl’s Cabbage Patch lockbox.
Now I do nothing, too humid and silent. I need little fingers
at piano at pasture to turn over the gore.
I need to stop the slumps of the bad walking out.
I paint a mountain behind your dolls of the world
I bend over lead hunger heritage thirst
my mind gooey.
The vehicle starts.
Part IV, we were cocksure, our pussies dual cyclones
Swatch-watched and starred. All I wanted was peace
and your coke up my nose.