I feel it as a phantom limb,
this splayed uncertainty
that’s not quite there
but nonetheless spins my wheel,
this mad rustle of shapeshifter leaves
rooting for summer’s pruney teat,
a ghostly visitation that watches
but refuses to say
or own the squirmy fear it makes
A vampire choked
around my neck
with garlic breath
and heart of smoke
Enough; no more.
Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
I’m disgusted with it all.
I’m disgusted with me.
You wanna know how to kill a bloodsucker?
Get up off those knees, and
Drive a fucking stake through it.