White Sheets

I am entangled inside the web of hour glass widow, she watches me hostess the hosts of marriage. A man is listening to me beating cordiality; I glimpse the lines of infinity, what a handsome galaxy to supernova. Neptune's doorway exit leans inside a raining fog I watch through an iron rod upside down cross.

"Will Satan miss me?"

"Not if you give him a son."

Prostitutes escape a delusional kingdom into darkness of bleeding scriptural imprisonment; King James bears no heir. Five fold seven tenths of a moment slide the fur coat fallen from angels and I am the vengeance of vegetarianism. Ten twelfths three to the third coat sustainable ex gutter while I tip toe platinum fetish to a stable door.

"Is there a manger?"

"It's occupied."

"Is it him?"

"Who?"

"You know....."

"Miss I'm tired."

"I am looking for a famous bearded man."

"Miss I don't have time to play games."

"He is born while wise men bring lavish gifts to appease their sins."

"I know who you're talking about."

"What's his name?"

"England."

"You made me laugh!"

"Come inside; your husband is laying on a pile of hay."

"There is a bed here."

"Yes there is....."

"Well?"

"Here is the key. I am going out to find somebody."

"What is he like?"

"He smokes weed, eats fish, and hangs out with honorable thieves."

"I like him."

"Do you want to know his name?"

"What is it?"

"Satan."

Lucifer is an Egyptian prince the cats lick for a gentleman's appearance. I scream for twelve multiplicands of an equation surrounding my bare legs with grey, orange, white, brown, blonde.

"Where is black?"

"Inside your soul."

"Thank fucking god it's not a cat."

Dominia sits by me; Diavolo whimpers becoming shade of green. I dream of a wolf cage for my dying integrity upon the floor of cold regret. Two tongues lick my nose, one is purple, the other red; I ask them what prompted their behavior but they cuddled me.

"It's raining cats and dogs."

"Where's your wife?"

"She has too many husbands."

"You're not?"

"I am a number."

"Did you get a ticket?"

"She left it on the table."

"What did it say?"

"Take a number."

"Aw....I feel bad for you."

"It's okay."

"It is....?"

"I'm carrying her baby."

"Another one!"

"She doesn't remember how many...."

"How many?"

"Seven....."

"Oh."

"Is that a lot?"

"No."

"Will you tell her for me?"

"I'm not sure if I like her."

"Why?"

"She doesn't know how much she hurts you."

"She doesn't know how much I hurt her."

"What of the children?"

"They do the same."

Cordelia tears a tiger inside the walls of another hospital clammed with sweating towels and rage of audacity. Ambrosia's child awakens next to me; she is sick from my child's temper. Both are born from a womb yet one is my obvious mistress the other is likeness of crimson's touch. I rather not intervene however my mind is perishing inside a man's heart.

"You arrive the same moment as him....."

I look to my left, there is a blonde to blue eyed mystery wearing a thumb in an upward direction; I give him the signal.

"You must be aware child! We know exactly whom you are and whom you will be."

We entertain Mercury for an effervescent hurricane of liquefied poisonous matter as two for Hermes converse clairvoyance and perception.

"We know that too."

"Shit/Fuck"

"Let's trade!"

"Fuck/Shit"

"Their first words!"

Shredded garments, burning letters hovering over countless dressers, melting flowers, disguised discovery, metallic objects strewn patterned behaviorism for me to uncover while I work; all is left unfinished as I am and as I am not. Somewhere an undisclosed man closes a door to a house; he resides elsewhere wherever rings become lost.

"Victoria....this is our first meeting."

"J'adore."

"That's me."

"You belong to me."

"Solely?"

"Yes."

White is chasing an alley; I hide inside the jeweler's box. White picks me up by a hood, my body drops the dagger stuck inside his foot. White calls me a traitor; I call him a widow.

"Black killed your wife!"

"She's black!"

"She's not your wife either!"

"I fucked her!"

"Now you're fucked!"

"How?"

"Kunta Kinte cut off your foot!"

"Run niggah run!"

"Bianca you ran twenty-two kilometers."

"Is that a lot?"

"Why did you do that?"

"I'm preparing for a battle."

"With whom?"

"My self."

"Niggah you better hide!"

"Ophelia I thought you were gone....."

"They came after me again."

"Oh."

"Why do they care who I marry?"

"They are your brothers that's why."

"If they were we would live inside the same house."

"Niggah who's your master?"

"A boat without fish."

"Niggah who's your sister?"

"A virgin that fucks a priest."

"Niggah who's your mother?"

"An idol that never dies."

"Niggah who's your father?"

"The man in between your thighs."

"Vic we need to use you."

"I know."

"Vic we need to bait you."

"I'm ready."

"Vic you're the god damn craziest fucking nigger I know."

"Yeah that's me."

Mommies from the bridging island tepee secretly cloth me a hemp bag but they accidentally sent me to the chocolate factory. Ladies confuse me for holiday candy to wrap me foil green, yellow, and red; their faces are solemn cruises.

"Chocolate boy."

"Yes ma'am."

"You're little."

"They like me this way."

"Will you ever get big?"

"I'm going to be on TV!"

"Will you look like this?"

"Yeah except big!"