Our private life in bone
by Zoe Brezsny

Our private life in bone,
covered in keratin and
camouflage feather

the prickly pear
the sudden violent storm


the Saint Vitus dance

Chemical tapestry
gathering dust

a labyrinth of
3 am calls,
medicine in neat white tubes,
psoriasis under favorite t,
earthworms split in two,
burning witch hymn, drawn blinds,
granite on granite,
do wrong for a living
live in the dark

spider-bite under rolled up pant leg
black sweatshirt flecked with paint

You wish you were King Diamond

Long hair, long gun

Exult in funeral song
Self-destruct in
teenage bedroom
Flightless cormorant
slick ebony wings under
the sheets