N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 2

Sarah Jeanne Peters

Soleil

So late for eclipse

universe collapsed

in its rectangular embarrassment

embedding into the folds of

the beetle-black

maleficence of yr frontal lobe.

Tangled in the devil lock,

injected hot chameleon DNA

direct into my ovary.

Broadcast yr confabulations

with my cathode raygun

to all the other reptiles.