Simone White

Except another black girl was with me. Mother. Always lonely. I am always. Mother those girls. Forty-two. March summer. Light blue. Vermont. Endless crescent. Invert as a tyke lake. Fernet Mother, I'm grown. Forest. San Francisco. Lone cold. Stone turd. Talk three or none. Kidding. Kidding.

Unable to pour boiling water over an edge from kettle to pot water boils from kettle to neti pot still boils from kettle to cup running over boil pool steam pool leak pool little cooling pot over the boiled edge of boil pooled salt vapors sulfurous stank boil heal dangled over the boiled edge of burnt earth cooling salt pool nettle stung black clotted blood at the bottom of the sink

Apart disclaimed wicked pea, split soft skin of the principle princess, who writhes, a little blood passes her perineum every night, grey linen sheets flax talisman plot luxe to strip and scrub all gore a plain bar of secret white soap it is a pine tree, it is an orange blossom, is it a rose hip under a baby tongue, blood cuts punisher, swear it closed, closes it

Rinky-dink kale feeding guinea pig Fonky bag uh cornchips plastic shoe Wearing crinkle-fry bastard . . . up in here TONIGHT Wanchu go head mister plinth butt And roll ya dumb ass a lavender Cigarette don't make me slap a freeze On this wart-o-matic bullshit Get me a rancorous tinker toy N turn this motherfucker out