That’s a crazy strong root work. With lewd psalms

scrawled on my hands. With the words that set Lot’s

daughters; mum lit, mum spit on their jaws, palms,

phat ol’ coccyx. That’s too …? “Bonnie & Trots”?

Far too Fanny Hill. A touch wrong? These runts

and cells divide. Master’s bed. Master’s beat.

Droll, your grandma called it, as in, “that’s Cnuts!”

As in, Lot’s daughters. Cave wet. Thick and teat.

Newborn. Nothing. Gained and scrawled on my hand.

Great gray chested. Scars upon czars. Crone’s zones.

Meaning? Raw root work. “A gumbo cooker.

Alligator hooker./ Make a dead man

jump and shout, woo.” Love, I’ll soothe away bones.

Cray thong. Lewdly palm. Puck. –– ‘gator hooker?