Poetry
5/26/25 - Bloodmoon Rite
That verdant summer afternoon
Her seasonable equinox moon
The circle was drawn and cast
Each candle lit til the last
And today, virtue is lost
These bloody teeth inside my belly
Gnawing animal agony
Make me beg the dog inside me-
“Let me bite that hand that feeds
I feel like a child when I bleed”
So look into my fullmoon eyes
Crimson womb and bloodslick thighs
I, the malformed monsterthing
Shaped of ugly claw and fang
Girlchild beast of Gévaudan
Baptised in the water of the womb,
Howling, motherless, alone
But not afraid
...for the moon was bright.
11/18/24 - Lycanthropic Baptismal
After I fell aground
You feign a sympathy
For the stigmata-wound
Water’s false virginity
This is a curse, you told me.
Blood speckles scarlet
An unforgivable trace
Of the wolfish moon-crazed me
And shattered purity
This is a curse, you showed me.
You simply must inspect the wound
Torment til it bleeds forever
Because animals need muzzles
And I am more dog than child
This is a curse.
This is a curse.
I wept, a whelp, and knew then:
The moon would be my only mother.
8/1/24 - Invoked Spirits
I think that ghosts exist
In a simple mundane way
Ev’ry mem’ry gripped in agony
Ev’ry time you chase your tail
You sit in seance circles
Solemn, wishing to return
Ev’ry fool-vow to the past
Ev’ry hollow, empty core
Come now- the cards are set
Take your board and your planchet
Ev’ry spirit soon will appear
Ev’ry moment shall be bled
And in that place, I wailed-
“And yet you claim that I am dead!”
2/20/24 - Currying
This washcloth is my currycomb
The movements are all the same
Rubbed in tight forceful circles
Upon your stain’ed fur
Well-loved toy’s dirty white coat
The coarseness of ill-fitting handsoap
You are not a real unicorn
But you are cleaned the same
How guilty I am for forgetting
Your scratched plastic eye
Staring up with a hope
I know but cannot name
Innocence is not a fragile shell
But a stain that faintly remains
Even after I cleaned you
But I love you the same
Just as I did in a day faraway
Bedside companion in goldenhoof’d play
Tattered bow round our necks, in the mirror
Like an unspoken name
If you’re not a real unicorn
Well, neither am I
Neither am I
