Dionysus, I\u2019m begging, but he\u2019s choking me with grape vines
\nto watch me turn purple, then green, and his eyes
\nare dripping, pouring. I\u2019m asking, is that for me?
\nYes. His voice is that that of a hundred crying babies.
\nIt\u2019ll make your troubles a little lighter. The panther looms
\nin the jungle behind ivy, ears back. soft. scared.
\nDionysus is flicking away a patch of marble on his cheek,
\nspitting bout how they chiseled him rotten
\nand how he preferred bursting from his father\u2019s bloody thigh
\nmore than that statue. He\u2019s smiling at me with a thousand teeth
\nand three jaws, grape juice and slobber dripping off his tongue,
\ncarved like a gothic pitchfork, all underneath the canopy
\nof two thousand birds circling above, waiting. ready. hungry.
\nBaby bird\u2019s sharpening his wings and snapping his dull beak in half
\nto have shards, screaming obscenities in form of a light tune.
\nThunderstorms in the distance. Don\u2019t worry, Dionysus is laughing.
\nHe\u2019s spitting teeth and liver on the ground. Dad doesn\u2019t visit here.
\nDivine snot is running free from Dionysus\u2019s nose, and his teeth
\nare glinting three thousand bottles. Take a sip, he\u2019s saying.
\nAnd then we\u2019re kissing ecstasy, his lips rigid like a wine bottle.<\/p>\n
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