Wendy’s Lament

where are you boy the figs loose
their sugar and night is worst of all
cats pull pins from voodoo dolls
trees press knobby hands down
my satin down my satin dress you
fly-by boy you dog-bit fish-mouth
Radio Flyer boy crow at my window
all eyes and hands your slick stick
shaking quick my father’s here fall
like honey into the fluttering peach
pit ache the almond bite sew your
shadow sew your shadow
to my thick pink rim