Then paint me the sum of polygamy.
Tender brawny snippets, pear pips
& a drainpipe running down to the
sea. Not you not me.
With night you come stomping,
It’s kristallnacht in my dream —
why did you shave our heads?
When will we reinvent love?
Look at me orbiting the earth:
cool extreme organic oil.
I tower above the Shard wearing my
new raspberry jeans and orange t-shirt.
Some worlds still purr apart
a fly or fact or loaf
some people are just called bodies
but I’d rather die clean on the spot!
Some feel a baby kicking.
Asterisk nipples the real September
I began and where I started. With
shining intuition. Esoteric holler
From: http://jacket2.org/poems/poems-amy-death
Date: 2012
By: Amy De’Ath (1985- )
From Troubles of The World 