The room hangs like a necklace
Taught tight silver snake coiled
Around the neck
The choking heirloom
Pretty pretty many said
Till they were blue in the face
Hot collared, loosen the bedsheets.
Holy mothlight dragging the eyeballs
Turn off the light, shed my clothes,
Meander my shadow on the serpentine street
Of the roof, curl in the taut skin
Of the greenblack duvet and wind up
The ticktock of Memory’s
Slivering jackinabox
The snug worm, happy in the apple
