Saturday, October 31, 2015

Fata Morgana

Dissecting the moon
beneath the corpse orgy

you’re on the
other
side of the blizzard

inventing
a beautiful  way
to say no.

Because you’re still

sick from the mirror
hidden

in the anorex:

recurring nightmares
doowop songs
stalking.


I want to softly snarl
softly into the nape
of your neck

because your spine
is holding



you’re back.


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