Palermo

she was a body
she didn't care about
herself a piece of
furniture the perfect
piece    blown up rubber
body   skin soaked in
vitamin E she couldn't
even hear the doves
in jasmine the snow
so thick in her    a
perfect piece of a body
to make the one he
loved feel hidious
he wanted her anger
he pullled it from her
like someone intent on
making his lover come
before he lets go she
was a body and he
wanted to make Cathy
hate him he was throwing
up blood all day    rage
would be better for
her than crying he wanted
to ram April like a bull
he wanted her anger
he needed bodies to
stab and fall against
bodies to pad the
night he wouldn't sleep
he had time for that

— Lyn Lifshin