from HYMN: An Ovulution

by Mel Coyle & Jenn Marie Nunes

HUM < W > ME

I’m up here! Hera yells from the stakewalk.
she’s hearing deer explosions again. to give her
some idea of the landscape it is civil war
season and Celtic December

HUM < W > ME

Nebraska

HUM < W > ME

Olympia

HUM < W > ME

suicide bombers

HUM < W > ME

the dogging cliffs where the fogwitch
hides the big red button

HUM < W > ME

Hera goes to prom

HUM < W > ME

Hera gets confirmed

HUM < W > ME

Hera runs away

HUM < W > ME

after all the best gift is giving

HUM < W > ME

the plate rolls down the steps
and shatters into a million children.
it was her mother’s best china

HUM < W > ME

down play bunnies and ice rabbits.
down sister wives and cheer. Hera drinks
from the Christmas tree. pees in a cup.
she’s gonna win this hide’n’seek.
the angel has a stick up her butt

HUM < W > ME

Dr. Dr. is she alive? not unless you count to 5

HUM < W > ME

handjob handjob she’s alive!

HUM < W > ME

happy nude year! to give her some idea
of the landscape it’s backside bodacious
and gentrified January

HUM < W > ME

society has not been kind
to the brother / sister romance

HUM < W > ME

there are over 7 billion people in the world

HUM < W > ME

Hera’s dead again

HUM < W > ME

and every time she wakes up
there’s another cake to pound

HUM < W > ME

and every time she wakes up
there’s another chick to shell

HUM < W > ME

and every time she wakes up her stock is arousing

HUM < W > ME

and every time she wakes up
there’s another brand to mention

HUM < W > ME

and she wants the fogwitch to know she —
Hera — can wear gold any season. the lakes
are silent and hard as coin. her gold slippers
are slippingbut the water is solid as screen

HUM < W > ME

if she were allowed to birth from her skull

HUM < W > ME

if motorboating had been part of her dare

HUM < W > ME

at the eleventh hour she quips.
love is always the answer

From HYMN: An Ovultion

Hymn: An Ovulution (Bloof Chapbook, 2015)