Wednesday, November 18, 2015





fog

on the mumbled neck a
squirt your said was
feasty shorter
calm than gasses inin
testine ,textive lunge
or carotid hissing if
the whispered robe meant
shit or squat he said
.the neck's the hose the
s pray your gristle
lost in weeds the scarf the

match

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