Knees, knees,

white and beautiful

through the tears in your jeans.

O hairlessness! O death flesh!

Beauty, you are bald

and smooth.

White-necked. White-scarfed.

Have you stepped from the tomb?

Have you risen?

I see the stone has moved.

Where are you when I need you?

Stop floating around. Silly ghost,

your blonde hair leaves a trail.

You’re so obvious. Everything is there.

The moon is not your magnet.

It is not your beacon.

Your rope cannot reach it.

Your lasso tricks do not impress.

Stars are yawning.

A snoring universe!

Won’t you stop snapping at my heels?

I am burning. I am consumed, quite easily.

I have swallowed hot coals.

Red confetti. Yellow confetti. Orange.

Coughed ash.

Won’t you marry me, sweet Brutus?

Have my hand

upon your bosom.

I’d like to wear white.

I can come through in a crate.

Sweet eggshell bride. Delicious me.

See the trail of my gown,

the tail that drags.

The old hag’s dust dress,

it does not impress.