Delirium

[mezcal]

Bad news,
while your body is ringing
like a slave bell,
your God's eye pricks
me when it blinks,

an emerald shimmering
atop the witch's stick
when she fixes me a curse.

When you slash my chest
open with the fork
of your tongue,
you accidentally cause my cancer.

My heart is a tumor going to kill me,
and you're the surgeon
who knicks it too deep.

Everything used to have its own face,
now my dreams are an atlas
of ghost-women all disguised as you,

they thread themselves
with the pale yarn
of your avatar,
and nothing is sharp enough
to cut you out of the sheet.

Sometimes I am a species
of snow fox hunted to extinction
by a pack of female dogs,

and every bitch I meet
is a bloodhound severing
my veins with your teeth.

On the dark mast
of a silently passing ship,
you become a figurehead,

your jaw glows in the moonlight
like two clean bones,
a skull on its black flag.

Your lips are terrorists
wearing the hijab
of a suicide bomber.

You are the Muslim adulteress
I catch in a kiss,
and I stone you to death.