Dickinson's entire head in my mouth
talking about species as lovers and hands,
put me out to live
i sit in puddles of light to
tuck in my gut
eyes that hurt, animal, you were here first
with your sweet mouth
i think you are a genius
watch me eat
this peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, "wish me
luck on all my future endeavours"
you cut off the crusts for me even though you think it's the best part
we never actually got along
in truth, i've always admired your thin blood the most,
hushed blood, we converse in soft tones
and i tell you that i find you very lovely
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