the devil
puts hair
on your chest
but takes it
from your head.
mother’s mirror
catches lice.
I am working on my tongue because father is late.
his speech
on narcotizing
dysfunction
is longer
now that mother
wrote it.
where no surgery
is
is where
brother
has an itch. we call it
trouble
in the garden.
there was trouble in the garden
when I filled my father’s
foot
with blood. I had seen
a woman’s
legs
turn
inside out
as she ******
the poison
from a gas nozzle. legs
she didn’t need.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
the devil
puts hair
on your chest
but takes it
from your head.
mother’s mirror
catches lice.
I am working on my tongue because father is late.
his speech
on narcotizing
dysfunction
is longer
now that mother
wrote it.
where no surgery
is
is where
brother
has an itch. we call it
trouble
in the garden.
there was trouble in the garden
when I filled my father’s
foot
with blood. I had seen
a woman’s
legs
turn
inside out
as she ******
the poison
from a gas nozzle. legs
she didn’t need.
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