F—ing Flannery O’Connor

by Lillie Elsworth

Contains strong language

Night scratches his beard,
     throws morning from his window
                                      and through ours

in bed with you
                    I say
                    I dreamt of your mother again
                             last night

she was naked
       except for the peacock fascinator
                she wore
                     to our wedding

and she was
             fucking
                   Flannery O’Connor

last week
         it was Vonnegut
                              you say

I hope next week
                   it’s Cummings
                                        I say

do you ever
              dream of me?
                               you say

I don’t
         think
                so

and you
         love me?

more
       than
             anything.