Eurydice in Hell



        Orpheus:
Spell home for me.

         Sisyphus:
A mirror is a bad apology.

         Orpheus:
Take my wife's legs like a lyre string.

         Sisyphus:
A song that runs away.

         Orpheus:
Her belly but a bowl.

         Sisyphus:
A birth and a feast.

         Orpheus:
Spell vanish for me.

         Sisyphus:
Something that won't stop spilling.

         Orpheus:
Milky.

         Sisyphus:
A boulder is a spinning plate.

         Orpheus:
Chipped.

         Sisyphus:
Was there ever a story that didn't lie like
a legend?

         Orpheus:
Was there ever a legend that wasn't a
threat?

         Sisyphus:
There's no use singing to a wife who
wants to be a song.

         Orpheus:
Show me a god who wasn't born
beautiful.

         Sisyphus:
A sailor who won't drown.

         Orpheus:
Any abdomen that isn't a ball of yarn.

         Sisyphus:
Spinning.

         Orpheus:
Unraveling into knit.