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Disarticulated bodies

White mists graceful

Down winding

Converging paths

Inside we turn over terrible animal skins slumped warm over the mantel

Drunk and I think about your face when you cum

And you smile as if you know and take a bloated shopping bag and dump out the contents

Oat milk

Wild rice

White fists of garlic

Lemon

Peppermint tea

Tilapia

Flour

Eggs

Vodka

My favorite cranberry juice

Your son's allergy medication

A serrated knife

Popcorn extra butter

Anti-bacterial soap

Aluminum foil

Fresh cilantro

Brand new kitchen shears

I ruined the last ones cutting thread to sew myself back up

White wine asserts itself on the counter

I twist it open and bite the cork

You look at me like you've never met me

Sparkle in your eye like dirty gray celestite

Aware of the vague desire in the air

Acid jazz splitting across the room

Warm-baked light engaging us in yellow and orange citrus

I coo after a few sips of wine

You smash the knife against my lips

And I spit up blood

A scene from a movie

One with Peter Coyote or something

And you love to watch me become something of a pervert

On the verge of complete possession of a dirty thing she can swallow and regurgitate

Fighting means intention

In your space I am voracious

And you let me be

Mincing garlic

Letting my hunger

Turn me over until I am sick and about

To stick my head in the oven.