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-A Love Poem- | Muse Repast
Think about your armpits. Now stop. Why did I say that? Now there are hairy damps. Finger vices. Bristling. Like a car accident. The shatter. Squirm metal, and now we turn. Just above your elbow a cockroach. Everyone slows because viscera slices are neckworthy. We can puncture. Or fold what skin should flatten. And don’t […]
Tommy G! Richter