Girl with tattered stockings
and broken knees grows cello
strings out of her head. Cold

stabbed her belly and hangs
like a stained tooth from thread.
In dreams, caged in unnerving

bird chatter, she thins, grows
long, writhes wild with snakes,
braids through scaled lovers,

awakens reborn, crawling weakly
away from yellowlessness.
Deranged by bloody

breath and science, by
chittering jowls and drizzle,
she waits for the night

to recognize its leather-winged
daughter. She nuzzles, coos,
bites hard, winces, waits

for a thousand cackling fuses
to vanish in her small mouth.


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