The Death of Pentheus
The pangs I had while spying
on the orgies along
the outskirts, how they coupled,
thrupled, & quintupled, all with the ease
with which the javelin might find
the boar’s heart. Alas,
I had been out of the house for too long
in search of agave syrup as a substitute
for refined sugar, & my mask
had begun to slip somewhat,
revealing the skeleton beneath.
Someone & screamed someone
yanked upon my arm
as though it were a tissue
from a box. They were sneezing
& laughing & touching faces
like screens. Friends,
I lost my head. 
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