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ATL
Poems
Sep 2019
i don’t like a lot of the poems i read here
though with due reverence
i kiss the graves of dead poets-
the breathing kind must disassemble an atom to gain a fleck of praise.
no i don’t like it when they say
“i let you hurt me”
try:
please
treat me to porridge filled with kerosene
and rebar,
i’ll let you
drag a razor across my gums
if you kiss those fickle carmine streaks
that dribble from my tongue every time
i find the audacity to speak to you,
tint me,
tint me with spit and break me into cannon fodder,
princess
i know that mirrors
and **** pipes are real,
cobwebs too.
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ATL
23/M/MA
(23/M/MA)
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