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ChoiceChoiceThe girl in the mirror says "no, her mouth a cavernwhere fish pale as the ending sky swim.An apocalypse is alway happeningstars spinning into mollusks of prickly radiance.But she is a young fox not comfortable with answers.She prefers questions that shiver and wind like snakes waking from ice.The girl staring into the mirror knows the darkness before time, ice and fire.Kali digs her fingernails into her face, blood red lilies bloomtempting the alabaster fish, guppies paler than the irises of their eyes.Kali tastes of her consort who once entered her as a fox.The fox girl says "yes".
DreamDreamI never dream of you alone.You are always with her.She is transparent,the walls, trees, paintings behind her blurredwithin the outline of her body.Lined with soot as I long for oblivion.You blaze so white.If I try to see the expression in your eyes,I am blindedas though I tried to read a blank pagein the noon sun.
WeddingWedding"It's my wife and it my life." -- Lou ReedI wore your white shirt,the tails brushing my knees.I fed you pastries stiff with sugar,flacks of icing like rice on our sheets.I twined lilies in my hair, my legs around your back.I tasted almond, rum, myself on your tongue."Till death do us part." I still wear the ring.How could your death an OD statisticin some LA coroner's file change that vow?You were already dead when you said those words,brown sugar in your veins,the pupils of your eyes shriveling into closed points.