blowing the rooftops
off houses. Turning over
trees. Spreading his vermin like
seeds in big gusts. Shedding

the husks from women
like corn. All that was still
is airborne. He’s a black funnel
of smoke. He’ll crawl into her

tunnel and choke the life
out of her/making her eat
her words/and dressing them up
as dessert. And all the while he flirts!