Liber 6
He wanted to box until dawn
but, shaded by night, he ran like
a fox with his gloves off, et con.
until called upon by household
gods to prove himself and our love,
of misfortune and my husband
everyone wondering which
happened to be the better fuck,
if letting one run me up filled
my treasury, replenished what
misery took of decency,
or if any pleasure was at
all budgeted when our wealth met?
Folio 9
When we bet on eternity
with open hearts oblivious
to what nailing each other blind
instead of kissing with open
eyes could have taught us, what we lost
long before even married was
the one and only key to this
coffin our lips have been locked in
since secrets buried them, fistfuls
of filth sharing anything but
whispers truth listens to, his tongue’s
perversion paring to splintered
core this town’s talk his plot avows.