A Prayer to the T-Girl in the Back

Butterball and saffron God

of blinding Red Lotus

gold conch

beneath you

rest me here in peace or pieces

till my soil

bring thy waters to my valley

come unto me

and onto me

in sticking velvet nights

ten thousand degrees of humidity

jazz and cigarette ghosts

an aching smile

an eager wink

a finger in my drink

swirl me