Sugar Baby

She was clothed in a shift of worms and whispers. I circled once & crept away, four-footed — no hands for anything but the road. That was one dream. And the night before, a minor lord of the underworld saying, Of course we take them down with us. How else do you suppose they taste eternal youth? Grinning like one of those candied skulls from the Day of the Dead. Such melodramatic dreams, I said, & wrote one yellow word upon the snow.