Is it only the legacy of Protestants,
my natural enemies. Predestined, dance:
Measure
a foot against a well-planed floor
adjust a well-starched ruff.
Sell something. Never sell enough.
On the shelf, & out
of circulation, mouth sewn shut
with sleep-drugged stitches,
glued with openmouthed big kisses,
I double-eagled, went to fat,
wallowed in snow, in cake, in fate.
We did it sloppy, you and I,
fell asleep suckling. O lovely sty
O lovely list, though, lovely margin,
page more virgin than the Virgin:
lean in, it whispers. That was work too,
that messing. For someone else to do.
my natural enemies. Predestined, dance:
Measure
a foot against a well-planed floor
adjust a well-starched ruff.
Sell something. Never sell enough.
On the shelf, & out
of circulation, mouth sewn shut
with sleep-drugged stitches,
glued with openmouthed big kisses,
I double-eagled, went to fat,
wallowed in snow, in cake, in fate.
We did it sloppy, you and I,
fell asleep suckling. O lovely sty
O lovely list, though, lovely margin,
page more virgin than the Virgin:
lean in, it whispers. That was work too,
that messing. For someone else to do.
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