In the corners of the house that my granadilla girl lingered in
and the tumbling staircase she died all over,
in crawling puddles of fruity red:
how coldly you wander.
A heaving lump sits easily in your mind,
but thick and wet
about to implode.
granadilla girl - wrap your legs around a tree
sink your teeth into a bird and take a sip
watch the granadilla glee
drip, drip, drip.
A long-nosed ruby-rose
snarled and bit hard into my collarbone
crunched and spat the Lord Christ out
then caressed my cheek with lingering curiosity,
"What have you done with granadilla girl?"
Prayer, I believe, has lost its taste
Oh lord, I love you but I'm confused!
Granadilla girl, I walked into a wooden room
of sacks of grain and the smell of a dry field;
of rotting rodents and decaying crops.
i told you i'd come after you
if you tried to poison my garden.
how loudly you desiccate.
and god has soaked all things with your dripping glee
and now he'll forget you forever