My black cat staggering, dropping on her hocks
My dirty parquet, shivers of glass
easy-pull-off dress, dried halos
of Beaujolais, what is this stain
My get up and feed your child
My boil the marrow from the bone
My picked clean
deep in my joints, under my eyes
My hand around a cold egg before I crack it
My clean up the cat puke stippling the good rug
My one more story before bed
Jack brought a harp down the beanstalk
kiss his cheek hot and soft as a bread roll
My one of these days I’ll
My blown-out sockets
char on the burners
desiccated cockroach in the gap beneath the baseboard
The TV’s soft static
loose blanket threads, the nape of my neck
My horny as all get out
legs just shaven
cream on the backs of my knees
My tomorrow will be another
My blessings you count
hard water spots, nascent
mold, ex husband of many
a harangue
My doctor and how does that make you feel
the darkness around my body or maybe
it’s the other way around
bright flesh swallowing a peach pit
My what I’m trying to say is
a hair stuck in my throat
whisper, don’t wake him
The slow-nearing clack of her claws
where would I bury her
if I were to
Slip out of all of this