June 3

I have ovaries for heads; I am of two minds I am leaving the children in a burning bus Let me eat my mouth If it will make me forget The drowning horse that is wading through my chest Here a red penis Hangs from our dog, Poco It is a popped, red tomato boiling in my throat Losing the weight Arranging a marriage My herds of goats trudge through lowly, tangled power lines Rubbing the cumin The coconut jewelry I’m stringing the laundry; the little birds will peck it till it’s dry The silence and breast The shirt and the dress I live in a star, the stroking lotion promise and its death Flogging my mother My master, my father A cherry Life Saver, melting in the heat of my mouth Beating my grandson With handfuls of sweet corn My uncle, my asthma, melting in the shoddy yellow house