After all milk goes bad, Margot
Still the sky is blue Margot
An Indigo lush
Like the bed sheets curled
Between our palms deep in the night

An Indigo lush
Stone-husbandry
Like the bed sheets curled
Into the veins of our pointe shoes

Stone-husbandry
The body is a cathedral crumbling
Into the veins of our pointe shoes
Rudolph is standing in the corner of the room

The body is a cathedral crumbling
She has had at least two abortions
Rudolph is standing in the corner of the room
Watching her feet stretch upward

She has had at least two abortions
In the off-white milky mirage of moonlight
Watching her feet stretch upward
After all even milk goes bad

In the off-white milky mirage of moonlight
Between our palms deep in the night
After all even milk goes bad
Still the sky is blue Margot.