All My Boyfriends Are Dead

time for a Sunday drive in the country

and a new romance

a new dance once

upon a time to totter on and grow


——–shrink bold

——–shrive cold

my mind forgets

whips webbed with whistles

thighs creased with thistles

for every kiss

bestowed on increasingly

deceased men

a gavotte for every coffin

on which to prance

I recall them

all —- oafs cads callow shallow men

scandalous thick swells

boys with ivory teeth


they keep their socks on in bed

fall into dozes

under the dining room table

and spit alarums

it’s time to unearth my burial rituals

burn frankincense

scatter my embraces willy milky.

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