A fist
a heart
a jeweled yam
The black aubergine offering

Here is my battle axe

Your dreams run into hers
mouth moving so fast
Yet like an unusual water Loa
you dredge through the swamps
hardly lifting your feet
arms paralyzed
unable to rise
it is the million mile night

“You will be uprooted if you leave,”
Bell had said, but still you went

The Batas
1,2,3 from them countryras in Saint George
You have been cursed for whoring them
And are now pleading

“Wrap me in the flags
Olive oil
6
333
9
Float me in the bowl with the marigolds and blue

St. Barbara help me
St. Theresa go easy
St. Barbara help me,”

Delirious
You see patterns though the mosquito net
That bodie is climbing the walls, Spanish thyme
Pressing into your pillow, bakers dust on your palms

“Here is a coffee, and some biscuits for ya Star,”

Painting the iron bed yellow, then green
The new coverlet
It is never clean enough
Sleeping with the fan
Cooking dog food
Walking the Hill

“St. Barbara
St. Barbara
Who Rules This Place
I am choking on your thunderbolt,”

And when you awaken
You move like a dead man

He is mad they say
A conju on his head

They see you feed it by the three way
1
2
3
A new plate
it is Wednesday