“I hate him. I hate him.”
She begins to say; from her third utterance
these phrases scriven a song off her hatred.
“I hate him. I hate him. Him, him”
She croons, wipes the dishes, kisses
him, and why not, she hates her.
This autumn full moon skips a cycle;
umbra remains pregnant;
the alley aches for the sea it’s never seen,
and yet because everything of this land ends in
the brine sea’s omnipresence makes the pain possible.
“I hate him.” sings the bride
He reads a pamphlet of ideosphere,
half here, half there, all in-between.
Illustration Nick Victor
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)