i work in a library.
i read books about

fen bodies, tattooed
princess long time ago
real dead soft feet still.

i wanted to be open like
a rose.

i find that i am
cold hands indigo and
fractured, unto

this
day.

i was buried in an
oakland yard november.

resuscitated in the
New Year,

dead again by may.

tattooed
princess long ago
real dead soft feet still.

slapped by ice.
crouched in front of
the electric heater