I do not feel the winter,
For I cannot feel the cold...

She stripped herself bare,
stripped herself clear to me...

The glass smashes
against the dark...

Disconnection.
losing self in a blurring of operations...

The pale silken ribbon of her body
Is draped carelessly in slumber...

I can make
the rains come...

My scars are lonely,
fading in the flat terrain of no man’s...

It begins as a trickle
a timid irregular leak dripping softly...

She had thunderstorm eyes
and an hourglass smile...

My Bone Wife is an artifact
That no men keep as wives...

Jagged red leaves
crawl like dead hands...

When she stares at me
I become transparent...