And I am on the brink of a low-down
that thing of my own becoming that spirals
I see my bootstraps
in the corner calling
cooing
wooing
mocking phallic, I salivate
Always in the everworld
a glinted ghost I can never grasp:
life
livable
Leviticus
the bootstraps call,
“YOU KILLED IT ALL
when you left the ball
of burden
of stagnation
of decay
Living in the light
you glow
but should have known
that with it
comes the coming, Eve.
that akin to light a darkness dwells
or at least
a cool funk
and the strength of nations gone to war
their women left behind”
