I am cleaning off my girl I long to salvage what’s live in her
I wipe kohl gunk from the slits of her eyes
I pat at her glittery pout with a towel
My girl scowls at me and cries and cries
As I rinse the smoke from her hair
As I wash the blood from her cloven feet
bandage put her in warm socks satin slippers
I know she’ll take off
I know she’ll raid the liquor cabinet
Dunk her head in gore
For she is my marvel
My unnamable thunder my unbaptized corrupt font
Wild nightshade inflames the first bed of spring
"Wild" artwork by Paula Barkmeier