dog pile

loss of throat I caved and

shone beside the night a

plunging focus sidling from

your single eye )licked was

clean( ghastly week and

weak my folded arm's re

fusal to be told .what's

root or sandwich ,grotto's

brimming wind next your

plate .yr dog returns ,d

ripping mud and phosphor

esence ,blind the other

eye your tongueless mirror

forget and cough