Liisi Heiskanen · Dec 8, 2011
Kittens

It is straight, a razor
Half rectangular pipe
Little holes, filled
Fuzz and grease and red,
Five,
Licking at it in fumes,
Burning throat,
Clear bottle,

I’ll tell them
I was babysitting kittens.

 
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