Heroin + Nancy in The Kitchen

Featherless and angel-less:

an undoer to spite the bipedal doers of math.

Thinning cartilage to ivory needles.

The

limp

and songless singer,

growing ugly metals

beneath the bedstead.

Dancing with rubber-bands

by the gateless gate.

The saint turned her dial in the kitchen.

Rubber-bands tuned their dance to an April song.

The featherless biped

now as a thief:

skinning a nicotine throat from the doorway

to sing the sap-thick, annular theme.

The Godless refrain (the theme, the trilling)

of that lingering turnstile.

Respite waiting idly at spit-distance.

The birdsong of lead kissing the tall and sylphish ape

between

the hoarish and

heedless temples.

The song of rubber bands

by the window,

spitting her music out the kitchen.

Written by Alfred Swann.

18 y/o in Sydney.