Gold coins

I yelled at the door,
“You don’t have to knock, man.”
I knew who was there
because I heard
or felt
her footsteps on the stairs,
and had looked
from the window.

She was wearing a sundress
and I’d never seen her
in one.
She kicked the breath
right out of me
and I sat on the floor
with this katana in
my hands
(it is not kept sharp)
and I had no words.

There was a useless percussion of-
Artemis bewitching chaos dancing evil.
Fantastic goring horror in jailed
keratinized loathing. Missing no
overtures, preying quickly regarding
salvation. This un-ambitious
bullshit had to end sometime.

There are mysteries among the laughter.
Look at her
half-human in the sea.
See her
mocking slight of hand.
See what she makes
of the world.

Torn fabric and
leather shoes,
trembling delirium in mornings;
she does not like the day
because people see her better.
It is not that she is not exquisite,
she just prefers
to choose the gifts
that people are given.