Comfortable Arrangement Of Ten Agonies Poem by Jerry Trimmell

these twelve hands seem to like my abdomen
becoming acquainted to the drawing of one-hundred and nineteen fingers
fingers too thick for anything soft
is the maximum heat of cloth
preparing the string and boards
hand-me-downs of a whoring origin
why not squeeze the seeds out
before giving a name to that other spectator
the dog of shortcoming bites a tit
beginning the sorption into triangular bones
that refuse to be cloned