- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
Anoint me with honey all the honey the bees can find from pavement flowers.
Anoint me, coat me, cover me, mask me let golden paint flow through the thickened folds of my puckered sadness, drip from my nightmared skull.
Pour molten gold into tubes that listen halt the drum-beat screams, sugar-coat my rasping voice.
Soften my rough fingers to feel the skin of an absent lover, smear unction gently to my nostrils
to soothe my breathing, the entrance to where the scars dwell deep.