july horoscope

this chest
is a home not a door

an expatriate winnebago
a grammar of crooked looks

you pressure monster
pain devil

with a love of the banshee
who gnaws your windpipe

in the night
a needy bluebottle who

percolates plum-taut
flesh to decay matter

more amber than jello
more glacier than frost

you want the long haul
even if

thought
by all expert cancers

that endurance
is the masochistic thing.