Sex With Trees and Other Things Equally Responsive Rebecca Lu Kiernan

The Resentful Bride

My pet bat sleeps behind a Prussian tapestry
Of The Resentful Bride and lives peacefully
In the refrigerator when I am out of town.

I have lost respect for him, becoming so
Suburban, relying on me to catch his mice.

I long to see him emerge during a dinner
Party shrieking, red eyes glaring, wings
Snapping, spiraling in wide, terrifying
Circles, horrifying my dignified guests,
Rolling them up in paralyzed balls like
Any respectable bat would do,

Disheveling my damp cherry hair from its
Tight silver pins, leaving me breathless
And curious.

As the first night I penetrated his icy
Cavern, before either of us had know
The dizzying taste of blood.

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