The girls of my dreams glide
airstreamed; skin glowing
like metamorphic marble
being formed. Slick thighs
flip air aside; palm-smooth pudenda
curve boldly where other women

Monsoons threaten to murder
this house: punch
through the roof, scrape
the ceiling in sagging peels
to the gap-mouthed floor, gag
the cracks with clotted water
until the walls melt.

My first anatomy lesson was in the sink:
a catfish, still gulping, not kenning
the mercy of my father's knife; afterward,
he would show me the egg sacks
and other guts. I would nod, eyes wide