Saturday, Six AM

Spring break sweat,

Something inside all citrus-squeezed,

Juiced to a pulp.

Rope around wrists,

Salty-sweet captivity.

Labyrinth-laden,

Looseleaf languish,

Anguish,

Anger,

Bitter bile.

Serpent's skull beneath the bed,

Ambiguity, so she said,

Double standard...

... so he said.