Poem For H.D. After Online Shopping

This velvet sack
contains your fingernails.
I got them off of eBay.
When the wind picks up,
I clean them. Sorry,
I just trampled all
the calla lilies
on your grave,
a decade in bloom.
You must have been pretty
even in the dark.
You must have looked
just like my mother.
Pretty one, here is my skull
to match yours. I like
a Toblerone every morning
and a short skirt.
I go shave in the woods,
donate to the fun razor.
My new girl’s fine but
mute as a pair of milkers.
Sometimes she makes me a statue
of my mind in the dirt.
It looks so like a couch.
She tells me to get off
the internet, only I don’t
have your toenails yet.