Ether Sweater

Handsome dabs of incensed,

showcased yarn (comprised

of the finest ether lackluster

love can purchase)

latched onto my bejeweled

lashes and sealed my interest

with a hook-tipped kiss.

I was suspended there for

hours,

looking onto a crowd of

crowned peasants who traded

one pair of broken teeth

for a tube of dental glue.

The shimmer in the

hardening sky shrieked

twelve o' clock midnight,

yet on went the sweet

celebration of massacre.

Scorched violets

budded and clawed through

my lips and only a scatter

of fuzz white, snow-scaled

fingers would transfer me

into my departure.

Though near deafened by the

sheer fruit of naturally

occurring light, I

stepped from a world

of material, maternity,

and abortion of guilt to

a deep pit of motionless

sight and sound, where it

only takes 45 minutes to

forgive yourself everything you've

ever done.