i'm going to deport
without knowing the tone
and timbre
of the chinese national anthem.
bloody cats
picking splinters -- too soon?
I will resist
the urge to turn to you
and siphon a soul,
cut a page out
with my finger.
block reads red light
like a broken sweater.
How can a sweater get broke
if it's already a knot of holes?
How can a girl find love
if she's got a cunt that's unfillable
and a head and a heart
full of holes?
who's scratching my surface
to find more surface:
polish on cartilage
or a dosed uterus?
the guys, smiling
forboding a wink
no money today.
to be frank sir
is to lose all your
words.
only cards feel corners
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