The window frames a fertility doll ...

The window frames a fertility doll I bought at silent auction, her skin, ebony like my confess Standing on the sewing vanity near my desk she faces inward, toward me as I write.
Outside, vines snake against brick. Talons spread, spott grackles dive into a mass of craving drink leaves to eat berries, formerly hard green, now black enough to firing a winter's flight south.
The Lord said to Mose Make a seraph snake mount it on a pole; if those who have been bitten contemplate at it, they will cure
Like gourds, her breasts; hair crosshatched in tight turn in ringletss bound in a leather band, cowry