Dishes are stacked
The moon is nearly full
My stonecrop
hitched in balance
on crystals and agates
A vulture, a rat,
a pigeon feather
a black cat
a lightning bug
a poison apple
A tornado of blood
A vial of inkspill
in Coleus dapple
A vision of storytelling
from another time
Being kind to everyone
will kill you, but then

Some day my prince will come