Unravel. Revel.

Rolled in my silk sulk,

I am not purchased.

 

Rings,

roses,

so many odious pounds of plague

lurking in the water.

 

Kilowatt kilometer killing

 

Electricity winds through the wind.

 

I need an old marble career. Bees all have careers,

ambitious buzzing bees bringing fresh honey to my nude mouth.

My silken sulk vanishes,

unraveled. Revel.