ouroboros train

{ catatonic on circular tracks, until liquor slicks her palm glossy over the pit—her enzyme

undoes double-helix embroidery stress stitched to the meat—rum-rock corks the railway,

flavored with sublime sweat

severity wraps warm in fleece, sheep skin against delicate cheeks satisfied with Damnation,

giggling condescension—yes, the wolf is cunning but he is no Shepard

fish-hooked guts with silver string in hand: pull out entrails or swallow the chain, ingest

mercurial soul—walk with me across aorta strung tightrope, thin, thin, red thread. } repeat x365

The conductor says, when will I sleep, on the ouroboros train?