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DARK-EYED JUNCO WAS HER NAME


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