By Keoni 101 (Flickr: Katrina Killed the Clown) , via Wikimedia Commons
I can feel my own body
Kissing my self as a ghost
The smooth thighs
Like a lover never has
Like my mother promised me
I’d be loved by everyone
But it all came out
A lie
Instead I multiply
And the love the me that made me
There are these women
Who deal self-righteously about the cunt
But the cunt is no self at all
Instead I make me from the meat of me
Which is the whole sun
Bleeding the red flowers
Bleeding red on red on red
Bleeding red suns outside the breath
Moving outside the lilac room
Which I have burned to the ground
And built in its place
A forest with no end no moon
And a clown who is forced to die
Again and again
Over everyone
More to come in issue 44.1