Beaten to the Punch

 

Yours cannot help but
squ-squeeze to keep
the prostate taut,
balls swinging, come
coming. Yours a freak.

Toe-hold the two numb
toes, flank-fuck the knee.
Spread limbs across sheets
then tuck. Mucus jugged,
back raw & fuzz-shorn.

The piss, yes, is blood.
Yours knows Yours knows
how // to // align
lil bits // of // spine
—they clink into

the bowl. Won't flush.
Yours knows Yours knows.
Poorest, Yours stance.
Flamingo-flagrant
& dumb. Cracks

& crumbles. No snap
but a pop, no snick
but a shift. No dance.
To shit Yours squats.
To piss Yours leaks.

To sleep Yours sleeps.
See Yours sleep la
-lala pretty dreams.
See Yours squat a squat.
Hair Rapunzel-long,

Yours a stinking
radish-crunch. Crunch.
Spine-eyes plucked,
eyes-eyes plucked,
Yours bends an ear. Song?

 

 

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