An opaque wine bottle
cracked over a headstone
blisters longing,
scabbed heat
below the grass
night cools and
bones devour
themselves-

over time, oil-slickened roads
red petals open onto breasts, shift
dresses and murky longing
depths

too much meat
too many people
wrung their hands
the soil is dark, mixed
poured like marrow
below the grass
a worm pushed through rot-

a  yellow fingernail
with someone’s
heart still in it.