The Autoeroticism Of Shameless Starfish Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Autoeroticism Of Shameless Starfish



My words break like afterbirth,
The mother trout that are dying-
We cut down trees: The entire forest is
Dead, the green is fading,
The curtains in the living room are see-through,
Diana is consumptive and shirtless-
Paper airplanes diadem her hair like half-hazard
Math equations;
I’ve been taunting her while she’s been spitting blood.
The dandelions are returning again to the cut yard,
Splaying forth like the autoeroticism of
Shameless starfish.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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