In human blood
a changeling child
catamenial fluid another drains
a mouth-shaped glass
collected & allowed to
turn sour in the air i’ve got
the good blood medicine
at midnight inside
your bone marrow powders
with Southern rain
I made it boil like
clean stones
now preserved epoxy coat
steel tube frame
mollified by your hair
the good bloods charms
incantations reappearances
to cry & not to pity
the very innocence of
little plastic gloves
