waking up with want
—tattoo, puppy, tea—
erstwhile ravens
succeeded by werewolves
—no, no, no, I love geckos, really—
it’s all the scar tissue
it’s makes me feel
less broken
—tattoo, puppy, tea—
erstwhile ravens
succeeded by werewolves
—no, no, no, I love geckos, really—
it’s all the scar tissue
it’s makes me feel
less broken
smudged maybe
—and tacos—
still a little more option b
1 comment:
Ah, the Master: the beautiful phrasing of little old lady got mutilated late last night: I think of Tori Amos's Ran into the henchman / who severed Anne Boleyn.
Not to mention the roaring giant rumbling in your poem.
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