March 1, 2008
Mar 1, 2008
If this bed is the tracks I’m tied to, you
can’t be lax at this crux of our junction.
You must be able, like a wolf, to smell fear,
to leer like a wolf at the length of my legs.
These are the legs that got me here.
These are the teeth I use to bite you,
or rather used, when I used to bite you,
leaving you bruised in little heart shapes
on your vocal box. What can I say?
Tonight is the happiest day of my life.
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March 01, 2008