To Courtney (Double Entendre)


yes, the family wanted me dead,
but I killed you off none the
less, just as the Asians predicted
(Dragon born in a snow-storm),

and the picture remains filed away,
as do your years of rowdiness,
the child that you were, and killed,

leaving “double entendre” in my
hands, driving my cart/plough
over dead bones, knowing

our marriage of heaven and hell—