-An alewife up the road I have come to know

tells stories with glasses in the bottomless well of her chest

when to touch with a touch is not just a touch

she says that all will be said and all will end.

-And I sucked her skin and asked of her dress 

if she was trying with her dress to impress me

and she said no she was just trying to dress.

-But Joey the fagot always smells so nice

of cigarette smoke liquor and little boys thighs

as I lay within his arms and touched his humble soul

to sink as grout and bury my toes.

-Yet on flimsy lips she read me a letter

of word which she dressed of a dress I could not have dressed them better.

-And why brood over such a brooding earth.


-G.