Cat looking over her shoulder
fur stretch sag over bone hip
shoulder paw belly flat
organs falling down to the ground.
She's hungry for mice but
ambivalent about killing cat's jaws
were made to crunch thin
rodent bone.
Stretched out under
copper sunlight she was
an oil painting but
that sort look up away from
the scene to the
viewer the man (cock in hand)
standing before the
frame they always
look to him.
She looks down to
her book in the grass, her
legs soft and infinite behind
her.
I'm tucking hairpins up
into all this falling apart from
my head I
need to pull it together while
you run your fingers
through flat hair looking
down on big swollen titties
resting their girth against
your green
shirt.
My shirt is loose and
yellow while we share a
mirror you don't look
my way.
your heat your shoulder
your side your ribs my hand
your skin your hip your arms
my thigh your bone your teeth
my face your hair my sleep your
voice always always always
There's something in the eternal
unfolding grace of roses purple
roses outside the classroom I pulled
one from the fibres of the stalk tore
my finger on the thorn it's old they're
bred that way
to be there
to be beautiful.
His face raw meat
huge heavy jaw it must hurt
to be like that it must hurt his skin
isn't skin it's the underneath
the part that bleeds.
He handles his money deliberately
his fingers
don't do it well.
His name is Ernie.
I know from his vest speaking
for him.
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