I crave the chaos brought by tragedy,
I wear each sorrow like a separate sin
Rejoicing in the wake of malady.
Each aching sad I eagerly soak in,
In sensuous solitude, I play my part
My nodes engorge; the rest of me grows thin.
Yet even while the grieving makes its art,
The entropy brings structure to my ploy
Like playing with an arrhythmatic heart.
No likely end my appetite can cloy
I‘d rather feel it deep within my gut
Than leave it for the cosmos to enjoy.
TWO NEUROTIC BITCHES 