She Will Destroy You
It is alleged in my temples that mine
has arrived. In my neck it is alleged.
Your horrid book I adored this morning
alleges this minute mine has arrived,
stellar, with fog careening, frauds of moon.
In the crack and in the port: starry.
In the little slum of the legs it is alleged.
By abandoned prose, a nightlong tic,
either eye knows it has arrived, astrose, and loathed-
She smoked through pleas by the bougainvillea.
Something flashed in the campanile's purlieu.
Fiend so occurs to me, and cruel, and though
I'm allowed no line to surround it, Affrightment.