When she saw that he intended to weigh the ransom and that none of his men would be there, the lady, who had a knife, stabbed him in the neck and killed him. She took his head and without difficulty brought it to her husband and told him the entire story and how she had taken vengeance.
we couldn't sleep
cryogenics was near
the small foldy wings
the rich flunk.
You bring me happy news from the oven
with a cinnamon scent and raisin eyes
with a proxy
and I thought I recognized it
as its own erotic object.
Philosophically speaking,
to be sure,
all the sexual debt
can't be kept forever
at least not on just one neck.
Lucretius says even hell would be better
than all that blood or lush waves of a draft.
At the very least
a currency of wind
some pretty science, a feather in the air
even as the moon is a coin for the whole
but sitting there until it ends
locked in the sky
cold as an eel,
without eyelids.