Untitled, from Oda a la Necrofilia (Ode to Necrophilia),

1962

<p>Exquisite Corpse #5, inspired by Katie Horna’s <em>Ode to Necrophilia</em></p> <p>Composed December 4 2019</p> <p>I lay still as the mistress weeps. We are one: she lets her weight fall onto me. Sinking deeper into my grasp, her spine arches like a bow. Gazing down, she obscures her face with a parasol. She has snatched her lover from my embrace. She leans on my side, cloak weaving through my sheets, and he watches from above me. Flesh and clay breathe an alarming amount of unrest, my exterior churning like the sea before a storm. My skin wrinkles, bearing the marks of lives lived on my body. I wait for the violence of bodies to carve my sheets into landscapes that last long after the bodies have left me. I am laden with death and hot with sleep; the light chills me through a glass. She cannot hear the light but I can.</p>