after Theocritus

butterfly, fetch

bay leaves for the

cauldron

and caul fat

we’ve embarked upon a

stew

juniper berries

like pine

blazing beeswax

in this maddening hovel

the sinews of my

tenderness

placed ficus over the

doorway

fir needles on the floor

in the mist of insomnia

a tangle of twigs

short work for the fire

hide in these deep

liquors

for days

butterfly, weave

a path to my bottle

and let’s believe in fate

this autumn

supernatural delight

lifts through the copse

your heart adamantine