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Spaghetti knots

Hind legs butchery

Will I ever have

you all

like you have me

now, then, whenever:

as I was

as I will be

as I imagine and don’t

and as you think I am until I am not

for you have thought me some way

and you know how much

I don’t like it

when you’re right


Bring me some love

or at the very least

some delicious side meals

like fries that are crisp and salted

so I can avoid wondering

how bad they are

for me

for they are the same

for you,

which I suppose is why

I always make you finish mine off


I chopped up your fingers

into a minced mush

because I was using dull edges

like my knees

which wobbled on them

during our last night

when your tongue became

an umbilical cord after a

pregnancy of love and lust

and a vocabulary of us

that was now slurred, worn

written on useless flesh

that was made by useless flesh

that couldn’t even be cut

into minced meat,

though maybe I should’ve

sawed with my elbow instead

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