balancing the cosmos at zero
my pregnant virginia, the tip of yr nose has an awful taste

the discrete form of incubation and lust
quivering all over crackling and sputtering

you've got to change the linen yrself
loving body reduced to a wound in the ass

desire for a certain marinade and oysters
pretentious beggars swollen with conceit

tendrils of severed tendons, the farmland upstream
linking writhing with lace

o athena, yr tawdry stalks of rot
skulking voyeurs guts ripped out by hand

evryone's a virgin once but it needn't be messy
nausea, body unleashed in beautiful shrouds

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i'm a fanatic, another subject another predicate
one's work makes demands

a grammarian coming into the back of her throat
their wombs hanging from their stomachs

assertive or interrogative
web of death entering deep into yr brain

the filthy thing and grief, an enunciation strategy
spoons around salted fleshy front doors swollen shut

quick and impulsive again in their cages
serpentine psychosis entirely in the mouth

murderous dominating and derisive femininity
broken cartilage and suddenly yr younger sister

a broad audience lusts new tongues
embroidered distances of menstrual tangles