I bite ice-cream with my
       front teeth & collect badly
bound books because danger
    I adore you          still I
wait for the day it will hit
me like being struck around
the face with an Alaskan
king salmon        how each
frothy bursting planet
          rolls around the other &
that such gracious witchery does
          not cease not
                    even in death
how alive now feel each
    of my sordid procedures
how romantic to hold my
body in such a way as this
     pray give me time at least to tidy
away my unextraordinary things
               before you crank me
        open like a fabulous oyster like
the larynx of HE        I pick at Him
like a scab             a yellowed
edition of City of God comes
apart in my hands
                 snaps like I meant
nothing to it       raspberry coconut
burn me

This poem is forthcoming in ‘Antimasque’ (Broken Sleep, 2021).