A separation of the speaker
from herself across time
so I am me who is no one
in black velvet hunched over
carnations. I want a hot shaman
to sew my lips together and say
HEAL. When a man is just a head
it’s intimate. I’d love to watch
your head suck a big tank
of holy water. Instead my eye
is crying into a plastic cup.
It doesn’t matter if I search
or stop. The house is going
to levitate or it is not.
No medicine man ever
told me his secret. I drew
a heart myself and licked it.