jess lawrence

Things That Forgot How To Be Humans

Dolly dilly darling dead

falling topsy tailsy

rabbit hole fence

proof positive

and time with tea and

malice.

We marry dance a

Waltz, a welsh, a rare

bit

a bittern

that hums rumpled

lily dress hems stitched

blood and cargo are free

for the pograms.

With whom

shall we lodge the challenge,

sweet sister mine,

and hollow ask the

invocation.

Better to speak in tongues,

dread to rites

we prayed on silver

whale flukes.

Benediction

is supplication

any more.