She knows it does not matter what she dared or did not dare;
It does not matter now, accursed, to the myth-making village.

They say that if we didn't have the blues, we would be
   listening and waiting always

Even in the safety zones, it’s not safe.
Even safe sex is not safe.

In the bathroom mirror I behold my wear and tear.
In our bedroom I try to levitate in bed.

Therefore, my father, teach me your satisfaction and delight.

He ends the world in icy trumpets of wrath; his god is angry
   and unkind.
His god has sent a worm to diminish us.

At one lowering finger, the park turned dead white.

P was going mad, more than before.

It seems we’re flat stones      pulled from wet sand

“You know it’s me.”
Death’s green face opens the bath door.