(—)placement, final
(—)
licking its wounds it is still an animal.
what does it mourn?
the lack reach of my tongue?
me / me I have
lost my sense of a peopled earth.
(—)
my wordless
my disabled
he was licked
at birth
by a deer
–
as a writer, the writer
wrote to me
fuck
–
writers
–
have you ever
tried to give
a stomachache
–
to a shadow?
–
it is not all graph
not all
grief, not worth
–
one’s salt
–
to speak
for any
content
that demands
form
(—)
a palm reader
with mouths
to feed
does
my mother’s
nails. I overhear
I love
babies
but god
they live
so long.
–
my brothers will tell you
I avoid
capitalization
eating
in front of others
threesomes
–
who was it
asked
–
from whose memory were you erased?
kingsoftrain 
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