As Satan sank her copper teeth
into the tender tender meat
of that what she
BELIEVED
was simple suckling soul:
No more
No less
No good
No yes
MISTAKE.
Her life no longer was
deranged.
Her chaos was eaten by
his pain.
Excitement (a powem) /
the waiting
i want it to
let it be over
The blue square /
The buttons on trench coats
The zipper on tweed
When opened too roughly our tailored lives bleed