I Left Behind My Books
I left swimming to the mermaids. God (Freud) made us all half-man, conjoined legs, and sterilized by sex-ed explanations of the human race. On Sunday I left baptism to nameless sirens: uvulas wrung dry. (The salt sours their lungs as seafoam guzzles from their throats). Moans stretch their lips until wry like a Doxen’s snout. Dusk’s drunk fishers see bitches without bones honed to sharpen … Continue reading I Left Behind My Books
