FALL/WINTER
1991
TEMPTATION
I stuck him with a fork. I kept sticking him. I liked the way his eyes changed from grey to blue to green. I tore out of the caul, but it grew back. Webbed my fingers. third to last I kissed him in my sleep. In my dreams walls fell down. brick crumbled. Seawater trashed our hotel. He threw off my ttmtng like chains. Holes appeared in my backbone. Pearls erupted from my mouthbeer had a voice and it called me. Rank dry earth is left to me.
My head would never say. Before he tore my throat out I'd concealed the fork. I have it still. -Denise Dumars