Litany & Female Suicide

Litany - April Fourth, 24.

When you lay naked before me

As chassis would resemble razor

In sweet lusty-tinged benevolence looms

I found your tired form lay

In narcissus blooms

For as fine Odysseus says

Call me nobody; call me sweet; call me lover

Call me nobody but your sweet'd lover.

And when you finally lay dead in Fair Verona by my own hand

And when the hilt of the knife shakes sweetly unmanned

As fair robinhood droplets splay out across silk

Like pomegranate seed blossoms on milk

Staining tower of Ivory, labyrinth of Gold

Saying Tower of Ivory, sweet House of Gold

Call me now nobody upon the sweet lover’s holt.

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Female Suicide- April Fourth, 24.

My suicide note will be a poem

My calligraphy Gillette

And when you find me in the sodden drought

With what was once the inside now the out

You will not grieve me because you knew me

Will not mourn who I once was

Now how stupid you will find

In my stanzas and my lines

It was not an act of tragedy, but an act of exhibition.