She's a good girl
Born from the mouth of God
Amid a celestial bout of sneezing
She lay with me as the clock ticked
Talking softly of her fear of colors
Green ants and black turtles
Orange sparrows and red, red water
Fear not I bellowed
The night caught the echo though
And sent back nonsense for hours
Your tongue is cooked black she cried
Your hands are gray cruelty
I wrapped my arms around her shivering
Detached my lower jaw
And swallowed her back up.