The Living Dead Woman Is Not Afraid of Encryption

she has her doubts about acoustics 
underground :: expects as little response 
to bell pull as she would to instagram 
posting from the grave :: she’s got no  
  
complaints, feminine or otherwise :: 
cup full :: three shrouds to the wind ::  
and she’s tabloid-clicking :: tea- 
tippling lydia pinkham’s preferred  
  
apéritif :: she’s been buried enough 
to believe in the dead-headed “yes” :: 
she’s in sync with mycelial threads ::  
she concedes :: the grave is a fine  
  
place to be :: if you’re earthcore ::  
if you don’t mind the root-talk of trees 

The Living Dead Woman Has No Plans for Crossing
The Living Dead Woman Sonnets