Grow me
for a fatted mare to gnaw
for dour scissors to snag
cut it out
this new wing
me
make rough, shredded holes
where i slept in your skin
i am a hopeless tooth
gaped from you
across russet gums-a stream
wide rivers bellowing brown
as nodding bells of frozen cows blow stupid in May
dont tell me where to reach
i have my evolving hands in your shivering woodwork
dumb leaning houses, ugly piers, shammy seagulls scrubbing snowy beaches.
black coins speak of ill ages
((rotting banks, coffins forged in talc and tape))
icy, needlish doom
darkling wart
spinner of ugly
me
the shiny scale you may have brandished
the shy medallion
me
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