• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 03


A jousting accident, no less.

Now the King an unmade bed
a rainbow stud without a mane
Beta Alpha
umbilical curbs,
everything holds from a hoof.

That lady there
grows the herbs,
enjoys a crown of crystals, sports
scepters of wood,
full control of her household

breaks stories
cancels babies
– almost undid the King –
foam from Venus
Ophelia tears
a frog that can kiss
conveniently saying it's January

Alpha Beta

among the mares who fail
to distinguish the berries

and become feral

the witch saddles boldly her aura,
picks needles from Venice,
old wine from the dead,
and settles her enemy.