Pinwheel
Rebecca Loudon
I was tending the garden when a bee flew
up my blouse stung my left nipple
I was claimed then
I wanted to be a better woman
reaching back with a corked finger
into fruit
I carry ice
worship fur
My body is split
& wet in spite of alcohol
with the goaty head man
nails curling down
becoming cloven
I’m not alarmed
I like the pillow
slick
I fold the clothes of my dead
into plastic bags dresses shirts
socks slippers the whole shebang
my dead smell like lemons
their teeth are marshmallow white
my sister is perfect
she has a perfect body
her hair is a gold wasp’s nest
I fold her Snow White pajamas
into a square
I see the reptile man on television
& realize it is my husband
holding a two-headed turtle to the camera
all three of them smile