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first cannibal after november blind to not be numb dream (four times) forgetfulness angel first morning laconic drown deep maidenhead milk this wake dark blue rotten scorpio little v. flea from me to you exit dry the lines left behind guilty sever desire falling slowly esperando dark spiral sparkle confetti bodies pound beats	milk The resuscitation of chalky bones, a spindly frame, inert (crushed) begins - Drained dusty entrails are almost pulsing again (more cautiously, at first) The whole thing is so evanescent, evaporable (fragile) But surely enough, tender skin-covering reweaves across the broken sticks And when the limbs are working again, they pull you close And cold, brittle lips licked hot again brush your flesh for nourishment drinking long, sucking (we're so thirsty) thus dry, chalky bones abandoned once find a wet forest to call home: We dive in. 8/94	next >