David Weiss
*
Homecoming
without skin under starlight
Here at every here
you were made to wait
The radius ofyourself
like the hands of a shattered pocketwatch
Ashes turned inside out
are what you know of belonging
Wind-staked
you have come from afar
to speak against yourself
*
Cats shriek
They tear at each other
and Venus
in the fusion of snails
in the scent of narcissus and whiskey
and the recklessness
we rue and treasure
never tires of it
She has a form for every wish
Even the Unnameable One
whom she's driven so wild
has forgotten its nature
and caterwauls among the starways
one of the lesser gods
