Freezing Furor

Deep deep,

I've dug

dirt and all of those bugs

(bile and supper)

I pull up

instead of bones

And every week

I receive his

skeleton letter

dark blue

and laughing at me

The city squeals

he has not grown up

he cries

he keeps me up

with his baby words

and his awful love

And I've still got all of these

things to do

What a violent prison

but I don't mind

we laugh,

it is all we can do

and I cry

about all of these

things the city knew.

I call on Medea

that lyonesse,

my roar.

I call on that sea

that strangling abyss

that crater of tears

saltwater and lungs

that ocean, he breathes

I've seen him do it!

And that lier,

that terrible moon

he turns his head the other way

And I don't see things straight

I stutter on about Helios

that brute and that crate

You Titan,

You ruler,

You brass dictator

That great belly ache,

all the furor I've swallowed

has now decided to leave

heaving and

lurching

up out of my womb.