He felt time fall away, saw Merlin gathering herbs with Vivienne in a summer meadow on the mythical island. He wanted to tell Trixie about these visions, that maybe he was a modern Merlin and she was his Lady of the Lake, but that would have to wait.
Read MoreMe—I’m the woman with medicine in her voice,
a forest bather mating like a corpse plant, melting into time,
floating toward a twelfth life like a trumpeter swan.
Is there – in your half-sized bed –
room for one more body
if we press close in the basement’s dark,
too scared to touch each other,
too lonely not to,
satisfied just to hear each other breathe?
She lashed out, putting poutish mouth to dramatic effect, “SHUT UP! You Toad of no acclaim! I have Satan on my side! I have people who worship me!”
Read MoreHome still exists.
Where is homeland?
Look how wonderful your fear is, they goad.
Now step over the edge.
The snake was never an intruder in paradise
but a permanent resident.
