from The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats by Mike Giardina

The unable to deliver

a farmer,   daughter
of an Italian canner
had passion for tracing
cataract scars.

Downtown Madrid—
a popular flamco
   dancer
from Kentucky.

In any event,
she hung   wiry necks
from my ceiling fans,
attached teeth to the
prefixes of my nightlight.

Fueling the feed,
she gestured
for Nordic fairies;
ears to stuff in bag.

Native Kentucky rests
and garlic pressurizes
in my gut, as wristbands
stick slick like
burnt moths
crashing into the sun.