Vigilantia
Dear hangover, dear darling monsters eating eggs whole, kinkier than a skink: black-backed, turn over the hot belly for the addictive aspects of moral impropriety. We took the dogleg through town, the sideling up the mountain. Tenting the night from its hammock. We were afraid we wouldn't find you. We were afraid we'd never get back out. In the throes of apostasy like starving a rock, like a swan gone to seed. We are both both. Or at least, we've been told. The tall whites knock your head back: follow the harvest more fleeting than a train song by a fire. How will you find us? How will we know you? Dendrites flapping on the clothesline in the game lands. In our vestigial bones, in the swift's chimney. Red-naped, yellow-gutted and eaten by the dead.
Peony the colors partake in cicada drown steel wool wings perforate skin in places they know you best Peony only Our Lady of the Good Death knows our names Peony does the ant chews waxing your bud to bloom how the ants came through the window to teem to crack Peony indeed you're bent with how will we tie the wrappings how to together the days Peony what do you know about the cicadas what if the cicadas aren't coming this year Peony the flapper hats the dainty before dawn Peony the blasts were twins down the hatch the soft noises one makes to oneself Peony the mail works in mysterious ways Peony the secret pools of blood the subterranean blood in subterranean pools of secretsPeony the insides are the outsides and the outsides are coming insides and the more we get together the happier we'll be Peony perhaps I am not a singularity Peony there is a snake in my kitchen that looks at me sideways I do not know how she got in she cannot find the door I extend my arm out Peony I ended a bloated egg sac swollen carrier of thick -ness in the tunnels below Peonies kow tow children posing their heads so heavy their heads with weight to blooding the bloom Peony I am not brave but I don't know how to say this Peony are you encumbered by people are you peopled by their songs sung to your idyll your dear heart your dread