White Man Crawling

Jealousy

36 Jealousy I stood upon a thorn that pierced my heart, and the thin red line of poisoned blood began to creep creep creep like a cricket in the rain. There he was, my girl, grinning. Three of my head’s corners, though but a part of my foot, recorded it. In the mud of weekend rain - billy goat - seamed in sweat. And you in the pale blue moonlight spinning shadows. That hole in my foot kept burning the white candle, kept breathing the aloe vera slime that heals mild eruptions. Creep, creep, like a cricket in my brain. Turning then to the rutting, butting man, you go your way, and I beg God to let me sleep. ...