Amen.

Our bodies a tangle of
snakes and ladders
strewn on the floor-
pages from the good,
ggod book, sacrifices
made from lace and polyester.

In the morning we yawn
holy, wholly, together
in an immaculately made bed
stretched over each other
like cobwebs. We remember what
was said in vain

The Lord's name
left my lips
last night
after you kissed me
I wished for Heaven
even though I've never been.

The Lord's name echoing out from the rafters
from here on after, it shall not be said again.

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Simian

I hate your
patriarchy;
your insistence on
Chekhov and bitter,
you made me
drink bourbon;
the male amber
swilling around
the tumbler
the pages
of the good book
ripped out without
any regard for
the words within
them on a whim
you destroyed
my literature.

Without the females
cries for help it
seems indeed that
she deserved it
and brought it on
herself, by laughing
Oh Shakespeare

you were very wrong
to suggest a death by asp.

Ties.

Underneath the rope the wrists
twisted, pale white off set by
purple gouges; hold on tight.

She was up against a metal
beam when she died. She
was riding a white horse
with her hair flowing
across her body when she went.

*

Her last words were of water;
of flooding, of the turning of
the tides. In her last words she
spoke of a mermaid; a girl
from long ago, a mother,
a ghost in the bedroom
waits. I know what
heaven's name is.
I know that it is male.