I mouth mother’s lullaby
to a skateboard.
my brother moans
into what he believes
was kept
from my sister.
we underdose
in a gutted place.
we take our foreheads
to women
like fevers
to god’s washcloth.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
I mouth mother’s lullaby
to a skateboard.
my brother moans
into what he believes
was kept
from my sister.
we underdose
in a gutted place.
we take our foreheads
to women
like fevers
to god’s washcloth.
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