Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then          I haven't wished him dead. Prayed for it                        So hard I've dark green pebbles for eyes,                 ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with.

Spinster. I stink and remember. whole days                   in bed cawing Nooooo at the wall; the dress   yellowing, trembling if I open the wardrobe;               the slewed mirror, full-length, her, myself, who did this

to me? Puce curses that are sounds not words.          Some nights better, the lost body over me,                   my fluent toungue in it's mouth in it's ear                      then down till suddenly bite awake. Love's

hate behind a white veil; a red balloon bursting             in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding cake.         Give me a male corpse for a long slow honeymoon. Don't think it's only the heart that b-b-b-breaks.