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And a world began when her surroundings of men needed alcohol

Long ago past the field she went prowling for apricots

and tore out

the cockscomb

to quiet it

Gathering pits was her work so the world it wouldn’t

live through her

but the men

smelled her leaking your rotgut we taste it

and they pressed their bold charges against her

So she deviled the youngest one first / stuffed his south in her fist

It’s important he

said don’t misword

your surroundings

and yes long ago

my love was a jonquil and he tied his love to her wrist

A world began do not steal away

said the men

not before

we rancid your milk

But they must really love her to hand her their salve like they do

And the mess they slough off

which is food

for the cockscomb

while the gaslight of death swims like koi on the wall

In packs long ago the women who spurned her they walked

must have stalked on their hunt

through the blurred fields of contest

long ago on the prowl for the hooch that began her

So she washes the eldest one last / he gifts her his daughter’s likeness

So young to stink

of this world

and yet what I can’t

she writes

disband in the morning

is what I love

most in the world

Like these silvering trees in the night that lose her the world

But long ago had no choice the men incited the rotgut in her

So she washes the eldest he foams for the hooch she washes

the young one she pulls til’ he’s serious spread eagle each night

she conquers the cockscomb she waylays the choir who sings

for her deadline your deadline is rotgut and your rotgut we

pass now your deadline is washing the sun dress they sing

and cicadas they sing from her back

When she watches the cockscomb it

worsens with time

Her surroundings of men when she washes them brew her a perfidy

and she reads from the cockscomb

their rights

The men in their washtubs they hate

her blue skin her sun dress they want her

to wash in her white camphor gown

down the river or drive her in hand me

down work shirt to death and dress

her in silk while she washes the eldest his

nails cut with pliers and ownership

over her body it dwindles the strapwork

Long ago past the field it was men who smelled her leak alcohol

This apricot they found on the floor of the earth was not easy to live through

They said death or her belly I’ll shake

til’ the earth where you stand falls beneath you and pray

I don’t find you when I wander the cockscomb brothers

Yes they must really love her to savage themselves like they do

See her staunch

for her men

who disband

their brothers

to drink her

And she places a silvering leaf on the face of each one in the cockscomb