I’d put something
in my mouth
and my nose
would bleed
and mom
would press
my ribs
and know
like that
the name
of the boy
buried
a horseshoe
-
return is a drug
hunger
a choice
-
and the lord said one of these animals is a writing machine
and the lord
he turned
the woman’s
shadow
into a garbage
bag
and the man’s
into water
-
sister dragged onto some dance floor
a scarecrow
-
pregnant / is what you get
if memory
remembers
to eat
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
I’d put something
in my mouth
and my nose
would bleed
and mom
would press
my ribs
and know
like that
the name
of the boy
buried
a horseshoe
-
return is a drug
hunger
a choice
-
and the lord said one of these animals is a writing machine
and the lord
he turned
the woman’s
shadow
into a garbage
bag
and the man’s
into water
-
sister dragged onto some dance floor
a scarecrow
-
pregnant / is what you get
if memory
remembers
to eat
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