CRÈME IN CREMATORIUM

The damsel screaming upon the tracks.
It’s my day off. Off what? Medication. Birth control.
The slumber party turned traumatic when they slipped their sleeping
Friend’s hand into water and, instead of wetting herself, she

Burst into flames. I love you so much that I jumped
Off a roof I could not see the ground from. I salt all my food
Before tasting it. Miniature thongs in the juniors department.
Pop rocks and soda. Seagulls and Alka-Seltzer.

My student ID still yields the discount despite its
Having expired. If you love homosexuals so much,
Why don’t you marry them? A salary commensurate with the candidates’
Qualifications. Don’t take off the heels. Don’t take

Off the gauze. My penis is the answer to your vagina.
Your vagina was rhetorical.



KISSMARRIAGE

Give them, O Lord: what wilt thou give? give
them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts. –Hosea


Dead baby; shaken, not stirred. Dead baby—
Do not disturb. From happy meal to happy
Hour: dead baby. I’ll tell you when you’re older.
From a staunch belief in the martial art of spanking,

From the raunchéd grief in the marital altar, thanking
Me for this when you’re older. I am the tribe elder
And the dead baby inside your dead belly. I am childproof. I say the dar
Ndest things. Expecting mothers

Breed disappointments and I am the father of modern
Dead Babyism. Don’t make me pull this carriage over.
Don’t make this honeymoon last forever,
This honey mood swing like fists at lovers’ first trimesters.

Hush little baby. How far along was she? By the power invested in me, I pronounce you
Dead on arrival. You may mourn the loss.