I drank the honey from the cup of crows
I was spooked too easy & was cut down
The axe was in my hand but the axe was also in someone else’s
The road survived but it was also buried
Something cried out but it was also
let in the small wood door on the side of the well
the staircase in the lighthouse
the upturned boat on the sands the tides swim in on/
The bug was on my sweater but it was also on the floor//I have too many legs now/// I roll tightly into a ball/// I flinch at every sudden noise/// something is coming/// someone is sinking/// the mud has been released from its cage/// the man walks the halls/// he has a letter opener ///he reads the obituaries every day in the attic/// he cuts plastic hair/// I cut plastic hair///I hold the razor to my scalp/// I cut my ear off/// breakfast is ready///the garbage truck comes ///I threw away the blinds so I cannot draw them/// I threw away the couch so I cannot hide behind it/// I threw away my legs so I cannot run away/
The mirror shows a face, the mirror shows a hand, it brushes hair from the face, another face closes in beside it “you are not here “ it says
the snakes get out of their tank
the lake overflows
I move the bodies from the closet into the water tank, they will find them there when everything is flooded and moldy and they will not be able to blame me.
They will call and I will answer the phone
I will give them my name and then change it
they will ask me what I changed it to and I will tell them then I will change it
they will ask me my address and I will tell them and then I will move
they will ask & I won’t know how to answer.
The phone lines wrap around the house/// the house grows sharp teeth/// it bites me in half and I slither in two separate directions/// I take my intestines for a walk outside///I take the knife from the tree and I swallow it///I eat the cake that lays on the table/// I vomit up maggots for 3 days/// the grass turns to salt/// I burn and burn and burn and then I am brought home.
The bridge collapses
the door boards itself up
something screams, I scream back
I am still
holding the axe
I am still water
I am wading out to my waist with stones in my pocket
the sun has fallen from the sky
“heal it” they say and I do
I heal the sun. I collapse. The wheat ties itself in knots. The executioner shuts his business down says he can’t get close to people anymore. Pus is found dripping from the sink. Sores are found on the fridge. I staple my head back together. the bathtub fills with apple sauce.
—Only you know what is waiting on the other side; Leech Mwd