memory can be faulty when you pray to Satan (poem#1)

how many days do you have left little girl?

how many pairs of shoes have you worn down?

there are miles on your hands; 

red light digits—

don’t give away your secrets, 

keep them.

use wise discrimination.

savor all your distastes.

put periods where commas reside. 

accept your soft as pleas, 

a pliant womb,

a candied void.

a cavity.

licorice root witchery.

pull sinews, apparent,

sky-light hope/\

dazed and comatose on the tongue

where foul delicately

spreads and invokes;

come threesome my fur

lap up my spine,

twirl me on your toes.

how many days do you have left little girl?

how many pairs of shoes have you worn down?

there are miles on your hands; 

red light digits—

don’t give away your secrets, 

keep them.


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