Excerpts from JUNE IN THE DRAWER OF LOWBOY JUNE IN THE DRAWER OF LOWBOY
Father’s Body
Have
cracked
open
his corpse
for
keeps. It is
madness
getting near
to
his meat.
And
my love since
grows
not half so sweet
as
my sister’s was
when
we were crouched
in
the bathroom,
helping
him
insert the tube,
and
she winced
to
the living room,
began
slipping,
even
his nail clippings
inside her purple crepe.