The cross steepling St. George’s is so empty. Meanwhile, vultures cyclone Their shadows motherfucking slowly. Meanwhile, five bison Skulls on the barn wall sport one Or two small black annuities Terminating where their brains Would be. Meanwhile, fingerprints, Charybdis, drains. Again, All good fortune is wealth, All ill fortune the ouroboros of luck feeding Itself itself. St. George’s is so lonely evenings After the Narcotics Anonymous meetings.
Lunar New Year’s Day, Year of the Snake appeared in CAROUSEL 34 (2015) — buy it here