after Carrie Mae Weems
High in my
stomach there
you are, phantom
of a flat sea. I never
should have grown
up before
your eyes. I’m the
sparkle on
glass lips.
Type A
in the kitchen wanting
more. Blurry
princess, self-narrating.
For my
name I took
the shells
offered & spit
out your
bones with
wondrous glut.
I have more
eyelids than anyone
I know. No rest
for the sweet
& lowdowns
but me when I’m
salted &
nightcapped I
arrive at the steps
of an eerie
castle, black
& white
a church
have I been
here before have I
been me before &
turned my
back to myself.
Long black dress.
I’m what you want.
If you don’t
like what you
see, remember
I’m only
a figment, screen
of hunger & pining.
A spook
& you
feast your eyes