alone in a nancy bed
with his near-sighted blight
wrapped in knitting
and intersected scissors
til he weeps casual
cagey bison
yo that head
flux in droves
howled it hollowly
how low, high longing
halo spirit
tusks from my tufts
lift from my midriff
clap the bull
karate incisions
and insert the deliberate yen
making things maudlin
by the banks of our devoured outpouring
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