by hala alyan


It does not retreat, your kiss of bacteria. Wounded,
too. No brown is black, not even in the dark.

Darling scorpion. Seamstress,
are you blind?

Women love you. Sexier than crab.
You teethe on jasper. Amber drowns you. Marsflung.

I will kill you, at forty,
with an umbrella. The wrong end of it.

If you sting, it will be a love.
If you do not sting, it will be a love.

See how we have forgiven you everything?