

thinning hair
the bush is bare
now the heart is bleedy
the body; needy.
What does it take to be saved?
still quivering sex
begins to mascerate
dissipate
disappoint
disappear
What does it take to be saved?
numberless trifling matters
breeding extraordinary matters too numberless for keeping score.
Pelvic floor? out the door.
No more sloffing of the womb,
changed alignments of the moon
on the wane
different stain.
Night’s hot waves flaccid,
rolling over
dimpled stone
thinning bone
What does it take to be saved?
very cold, very strange
sliding down the slippery slope
no hope
for repair.
despair.
what makes this fair?
shed a breast
lose a womb
amble toward the tomb
is this what it is to be saved?