THREE POEMS
Ode to the Pitcher Plant
In the Victorian language of fans // como se dice //come hither
I am the three-headed // head giver // Heather Heather and Heather
be my Veronica Sawyer // but you’ll have to dye // your virgin hair
let me make you over // a quien le importa if they say // she’s a man
eater// they’re not wrong about the latter // I expect a booty call laterfrom my whereforeartthou Romeo // come use my trellis as
