thrash my bonnet
round little throat bow
perhaps bite the hand;
waxes on the car
fuck her there too.
cheap pearls who drop
from the mouth of decapitated
tiger ; run its shades down my smile
smile now don’t let sweat sea run —
she’d snatch across your face
bite the plastic on your throat
feed it to oversized mangled cat in cage
open cage / mouth pour blood, poor you
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more and more each day i stare at my shoes and wonder why they do not fit
they never well the water come down it
please move your baggage to the side
i cannot side your mustly
ceiling stared * thoughts snared
i never thought kind of me/you
i cannot side your muzzle
i cannot hold your mouth shout while you scream
lick the pus wound on my calf
my black and white thinking
Cover Photograph by Tillie Lam
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