THREE POEMS
Knucklebones
Like Frida, who had a bellyful of Nihilists
I had a bellyful too,
only it was hellfire ecstatics
riding, as they did, on white horses
with swords sticking out of their mouths.
I lived in Alabama P.A.I loved the cheap real estatebut I hated that they drank white vinegarand ate supper at five o’clockand what their tattoos were and where they put themso I gave up talkingand spent the afternoon in the low mountainsand drove up and down the steep roadsstudying the cows.
