You say I do, leaning against the
street post ruddied skirt
hiked up.
Sign around your feet puddled
dark bitters clipping nails.
Fresh meat has long fled your
bones, married me well.
You give me pleasure when
you stalk me, crazy fear
the rest are cowards.
Sitting in tubs of Charmane ice nippled..
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