7 hours ago
On Acceptance
And nights I dream of violence, huge erect machetes
kissing down my neck. You know the poet Anne Carson
snores louder than Minerva? Eros and/or Eris sings
instructions to the dagger hung above Anne Carson’s
skull, she is stoic in the deathroom. When my marriage
atrophied, they removed the heart to show Anne Carson
what decay can really do (Greeks are sluts for mulch). God
maintains a healthy distance from Anne Carson’s garden,
being such a modern girl. It’s all He can do to not
reach down and pluck cymbidiums. I read Anne Carson
in your voice, a rumble in my gut pronouncing
what the tongue can't handle: this morning, betrayal, Anne
Carson’s one poem set in Venice. Oh, you Bridge of Sighs—
it seems a man escaped at night, left one Anne Carson
holding Dido’s bag. In Carthage, a beautiful boy
kisses first, then asks my name. I tell him Anne Carson
and he giggles, holds up a wriggling fish. Do it like
we do it, Luke, he urges. Eat the sucker whole.
And nights I dream of violence, huge erect machetes
kissing down my neck. You know the poet Anne Carson
snores louder than Minerva? Eros and/or Eris sings
instructions to the dagger hung above Anne Carson’s
skull, she is stoic in the deathroom. When my marriage
atrophied, they removed the heart to show Anne Carson
what decay can really do (Greeks are sluts for mulch). God
maintains a healthy distance from Anne Carson’s garden,
being such a modern girl. It’s all He can do to not
reach down and pluck cymbidiums. I read Anne Carson
in your voice, a rumble in my gut pronouncing
what the tongue can't handle: this morning, betrayal, Anne
Carson’s one poem set in Venice. Oh, you Bridge of Sighs—
it seems a man escaped at night, left one Anne Carson
holding Dido’s bag. In Carthage, a beautiful boy
kisses first, then asks my name. I tell him Anne Carson
and he giggles, holds up a wriggling fish. Do it like
we do it, Luke, he urges. Eat the sucker whole.