Sunday, January 7, 2018

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


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