dymphna oh duchess oh diaphragm,
her severed head clutched in her hand.

this is for girls who father each other, one to another,
a hallway, sinew smothered in sorry.

pacing the street, blue called her feet
i comb her to couch & she carries me.

doll limp & licorice, we share silos of
men's lips, wedding fathers, blood slips

down legs. i ask her what churches she 
keeps now the Geel is gone & grieve-able

& mad people suck the steeples for air.
where heal the girls when god is done?

what churches, what churches &
lurch the ledge that un-birthed me.

when i want to kill myself i say
st. dymphna oh darling of depress

& derange-- we're chewed up & strange,
a church, a church, a pew, a name.