half-uttered dishwater homilies

shaver of renowned swabs
bring to the decimated homeland
committed sobriquets and disguises
the cupidity mechanisms
the mutilations of cupolas

a menu of compass points
one of the few mutineers of her sores
will perform and dishcloth the medallion
of our 21st-century cesspit lives

she is committed to keeping alive the sorrows
to the curacy and mercenary dishonor
of half-uttered dishwater homilies
she will traipse and meddle
for more inhumanity — vocatives be damned

she will shed delusions
and website inquiries
describing commonly recurring
or overused literary and rhetorical devices

she will grade papers with green felt tips

What I’m Reading:

My sky is black with small birds bearing south

— Edna St. Vincent Milay / “[Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find]”