I Dream She Is Me or I Am Her

Head in a circle of flames
Tongues long yellow petals
“I’ve already said this”
A target the center of
Somebody’s sad vicious
Fantasy life at least
The rest is silence
By which I mean to say

The betraying body
Has already been erased

I am we are fixed forever
As Spokescow for this
White dream tower of
Ivory and ice we amputated
Decorate as warning or
Admonishment Hoof It
In a Hurry we would seem
To say they will devour
Every inch of you except
The end that can talk

From EtC (Solid Objects, 2023) by Laura Mullen. Copyright © 2023 by Laura Mullen. Used with the permission of the publisher.