Towards The End Poem by Adam Young
Towards The End
It's only my invisible bones
that I am left with
you had your way with me
long ago
and I used to eat a lot of buttermilk
that's all I can remember
she saw a man with a fur coat
and he was gone in seconds
and she new what it meant
and my spine soon leaked out
and I knew what it meant
I still eat a lot of buttermilk
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