• I walked like an Egyptian over the pyramids

    disappearing into sandy waves like Ameila Airheart
    but my camel is the plane that has no destination
    while we fly around crocodiles playing chess
    and the Nile that is filled with rusty 25 cent pieces;
    like wishes forgotten in an oversized well
    and forgotten prays to cow-headed bitches
    that ******** her own brother on a globe
    made of turtle s**t and lotus petals.

    I crash on the shell, stumbling upward.
    I am the breast-feed by the Nut
    becoming the child she births
    and I die by nightfall as Ra shreds my face
    with his peak. Sand trickles down
    my chest from the wound and I’m an hour glass
    with ivory grains slipping through my fingers.

    I’ll be released by Osrsis to Giza
    where Isis will plant me in the limestone
    becoming another bare-breasted woman
    without a face and no name – lost
    against cracked linen and broken ankhs.