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bone tryst, let the horny and unlovable promise, poem, Poetry, rancorous tea, Santy Ano, you tacky thing
I.
you put them
on the horny
and unlovable
promise that they’ll
collect my bones
they think bones
are easy to
collect you don’t
even get your
feet wet I long
for something
half-dissolved in
my bed milky
eyes long long
fingers an O of
a mouth O
II.
scream I long
for something
with a little shock
wave swagger
who knows blood
boat dialects
something to
follow me down
Santy Ano
to watch me
scatter on impact
who can suck
the marrow out
of my phalanges
III.
pang fathom
four where my
femur once slept
bone tryst let
the horny and
unlovable promise
I long for rancorous
tea I long for
something with matted fur
IV.
a wilderness like fog a
hunger like a packet
rat take all my
ruin that you
find you tacky
thing you put them on
