vespers
them raccoons out there is tarrying*
up
yr bible
–
*tearin
–
border: my eyes can’t stop what the back of my head is eating
mirror: a godless hyphenate
–
my man is a body whose moon is vacant
–
they is out there to flood
sightseers
with basilisk
porn
–
in the valley of my choking
the fingers of my father
are going
dog’s-collar
purple
–
out-the-way churches. and acne
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