MY BULL-FACED TENDER FRIEND WAS RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING I CONSUME ONE NASTURTIUM AFTER ANOTHER WISHING I’D BEEN ALIVE WHEN HE FOUND ME FIRST

ut I wasn’t / I was / somebody else’s eurydice and he had none nor any bride though sirens mobbed him and mopped his brow and stole his breath and laughed deep throated laughs around their thighs around his torso as mine would be hands braced against his horns the horned god above and below singing come on kids come on