agamemnon
first published in doghouse press, 2020. forthcoming in my poetry collection, "Apocrypha."
dog-eyed but good legs slit up her skirt pressing gold leaf i was sleeping were there two i was smiling into my death mask woke up to piss bowl of washed grapes my mouth smacking myrrh on her wrists darling shhh in cold handfuls damascus blade ripe and barefoot between my ribs shore of hades in my kitchen i call out mom they cradle me waist-high goldenrod they can’t hear you argynnus in the silt go out in the dark