am I coyote lipped boys with curling sunflower petaled tongues am I airplanes murmuring over lamplight cities am I lion legged girls with soft butterfly faces am I orange slaughterhouse skinned am I cicadas and August afternoons am I Wendy Darling sweating pale pink girl’s fingers slipped between the curves of her legs am I red faced gun fisted am I old catfish women bent under the starvation in their throats am I blue skinned sons and daughters am I gasoline and plum flesh am I black tongued

one hundred seventy nine

Posted on October 20th, a grand Monday, Common Era 2008 at 9:57 pm.

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