prettily you demonstrate your lazy eye

the rococo latticework of your scapula –

my hammock, my summer

my opium glitch, my tambourine din

i’ve been cat-tongued in places you have never lived

you are killing me to death

my ictus, my itch

Arielle Tipa is a writer who lives near a haunted lake in New York. Her work has appeared in Grimoire, Millennial Pink, among others, and is forthcoming in Ache and Dream Pop Press. She is the founding editor of Occulum.