
MILLIE JEAN
DEVOTION
I have lost and gained,
gorged and fasted.
Outgrown the rituals,
the desires.
Shed skin
again, again-
in your name.
In the absence of it.
In pursuit of anything
that felt like anything.
Still,
I wince in the mirror.
Still,
I touch myself.
Still,
I press my fingers
into my throat.
Where are you now?
HOSTAS
I am pulling hostas
the deer devoured.
I am thinking
of your skin.
A bomb falls
in our garden-
unearths my heart.
Ugly thing.