(An old girl from 2009)


one of ours got scraped out 

no more eggs, babies, parts

hands made hollow and poured the green glow,

shook her up like dressing

starved to a nothing-husk 

gold hair gone, full lips crack the black hole

and our grandmother, her hip-pin slip out 

bones gone to pudding

she rides the bed, claws clipped 

nothing to admire now

my guts turn out no end 

these are these days, evidence in the bowl 

cutting everyone off like blooms.

sucking breath back, and the blood alone