She, Too, Was Wrought with Love

I knew you’d come
I’ve been staring at a face in a black
Monitor screen
A blue line around its gums
I baited my bed with my ash for you
That first cigarette was an invitation
I knew that you couldn’t refuse
I baited my bed with my ash for you
And I know my mother raised me healthy
And made it hard for you
Well, I’m sorry
How rude
And I know you don’t care for couplets
But I’ve boiled up so much chyme
From the chaos in the flowers surrounding me
While I’ve been sat here, killing time
Mumbling nothings to the nothing
Raiding the petty cash
Learning words I’ll just forget again
Squabbling for ash
But I’m so happy to see you
I’m shaking with the tears
I thought that you’d forgotten
I thought you were going to leave me here
And I know my lovers made me happy
And you didn’t want to intrude
Well, I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to ignore you
But can you do me one last favour?
As my fingers slough their rings
Make sure my bloat cracks the casket as
Brother microbe absolves my sins
So she can watch her prison melting
And drink the grails of my eyes
And bubble up free through the flowers of Hell
To laugh down at me from the skies
Ha, ha, ha…
But every year she’ll send me one black dove
Because she, too, was wrought with love