zafusy

abandoned his trail to roostcave. He:
mistakenly taking lamb for fur de
ferred to rented warmth and road
kill entrails whenever he could

get ‘em. Fetched up a hook or
eye sometimes hairball or
a memestitched scrap or
membrane rurls or

smile-ends: red-embrace
feigns then: into his
torpor phase as if: I
cared. Full. Good

to hang from my rood with a rule
peatcrude single bloodmalted stain upon
my female mammalian brain: no stem too thin
no hypothalamus too

lame. Having had my fill
of him our hibernacula
stinkremains
de

flame
drain me to sanguisugous stupor
the sacrificial suckcow withered
on his staleold retold

draculatale altar
rejectamenta reordered
never ever to be
the same

Ann Marie-Eldon

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