Billie Dee

...proud bellies, big breasts: the knobs of our spines threw sparks…

...deep within the dun canopic vessel of regret….

Pounding her drum, she tames the stars, feeds the last sequoia.

Crickets have choked the window fan. Still, the new couple next door is at it again…

Down the hall the sulfur night light in the bathroom glows like a warning. He thinks of Hieronymus Bosch, the orange sheen of asses in a Lake of Fire.

The lime green Buddha’s half-smile breake into a grin…

Karen… tall, with heavy breasts and dark heavy combs that fell from her hair, a whistler of hymns—lips puckered like the butt of a fig…

Every night, each season, we sat like soft vegetables, knees bathed in damask in a small damp town upstate…

Join Chairman Mao, John Adams and Dr. Seuss for a Nyquil-green hot air balloon ride to Casablanca.