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Sweet drug of absence; lover, shake me down,
slit me open. Drench in my dark stomach.
Chew my traffic’s maelstrom. The odd storm. Noun
that ain’t no noun. Verbless verb. The havoc
of all us tomboys. Rest here. My passion
for patch of fur, grass and listen paper
masks burn easy. My sister’s prayer broken
but heard. Why else would I be here, lover?
To snort. To snuff. To crotch my minaret.
I have swallowed more than you can dream up
and green goddess dressing. Here the jukebox
laments. Here I don’t gag. One more vignette
about dirty minds. Kiss my face. Now cup
my lips. You shall taste all those cunts and cocks.