there’s a bullwhip in my left hand.
it was night— as i have recently been
hired as a nocturnal creature— &
i bought it at a garage sale.
behind tattered gambling table,
a woman with hair, candescent
chrome scalp. she had yr face,
i thought for a flicker of time
but she had no face at all. Precious
Moments porcelain fingers, rubber
band ball hand & a wave in my
direction. coodle-doo! coodle-doo!
o! did words flow from my mouth?
hole with unmoving lips, flitting tongue.
vowels alone thrumming drone
mimic the cow & the wolf & loon’s
muddy croon. tried to ask how much,
to speak of money was to speak Her
name. the woman laughed & passed
some gas, opened the lockbox of
green & grey, offered me cookies
offered a friend in the devil. she winked
as i filched, flaked away on the wind. so,
this is for you, as i have her shivering.