Also you stink. I have to turn away.
But still I reach for you.

“But you are starting at the wrong end, ”I say.
“One is usually destroyed from the head down.”

I with parchment eyes and anger
am showing you small creature child
this ocean the color of intense sky

What have I been disemboweled for?
Where are the gods I was told I was made of?

Crazy Annie walking down the hot sidewalk in July
don’t go no farther than she’s got to.