vidalia goddess lust of the ingrate

by Steven J. Serafiani

the vidalia goddess of generosity and warmth spotted

me. she spotted me
and told me that maze of which I have been unconditional is inverted

everest. she spoke in eighteen languages at once; the
whole nile graciously eloping lotus of
delta bliss.
I want to be there, I say but I am ragged. I am the

basin you see. She offered again

so

I spit in her shining newborn
face and laughed and lapped up
the contents of a shiny can with ribbons curling down
down
down.

down.

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