Xiu Xiu

you look so ready to kill mewith your bosses sawMendocino,
Klamath, Siskiyou, Shastaa wasp will find its way into
yourpointless lifeits stinger will sting you awaythis
where I livedripping and marked from your paintJesus
is wondering if even He can love youoh this is where
I livea pox upon your house
(a nuthatch will never bow)
(a crossbill will never bow)will you turn me to money?will
I shat my poison egg in your mouth?
signed with my conifer bloodthis plastic coffin always
in the shade ofyour sickening daughters andyour idiotic
hobbler wifethis is where I livecommunity college is waiting for them