Sister Baby's Second Patron Saint

Being a Testament of a Longer Story

knows like oil on river
knows water
knows like slug on crawl
knows salt
knows no detergent
no ajax
no heroic tide no
breeze or lake blow
‘s going to cleanse away
or leave a hint
even the least poison
hair of mint round
her mouth
no lye or tar soap
she knows
like some spot
won’t go won’t
go way no
matter the wash
the rub the error
slung round that taste
the feel the plunge
of the tongue
round and down
just a thimble full
tonigh’ sister baby
need a steak
for my eye
tastes like the mud
on the river
in the oil
tastes like the bumps
on the back
when the salt
splatters
tastes the same
tonigh’ as last
as nigh’ before
and before
tastes like prayer
like the same
prayer to her
patron saint of grave
stone and hand
guns best gave
to the lake
delia sister baby’s
delia
why’d you make
it taste so bad
you bitch delia
she prays
if it’s got to taste
like blood in the hole
why at least
it can’t be pretty
delia you bitch
prays sister baby
give me a gun
and I’ll know what
to shoot
first make it shiny
and red give me
a gun and I
‘ll find a lake
deep and will throw dead
straight give
me a gun
and I’ll plug his
knobby thimble
full full of dirt
and hurt you bitch
give me a gun
delia
like last nigh’
and the nigh’ before
and before
and be like
no sweet air
‘s ever gone
blow this
way

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