This Terrifying Woman
snatches fish from the bottom of the sea:
down the hatch without a sound, son of cod, kill the clown,
peanut butter and jelly fish, she swallows them tip to tail.
She spouts like a whale, she hisses and steams,
sputters like water on a hot wood stove,
mutters and swears at the gods and men
who never say quite what they mean.
Rats rummage through her belly, I'm a closet, she thinks, an old bag;
she slaps at their scrabble and chew. They don't scare easy;
she knows they're getting closer to the edges of her soul.
You never know what's next.
What's next are night-stretched shadows on a crimson lawn.
With bones like blubber, so tired of the