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ode to spitting in your mouth
february now & it feels like summer / all heat-bloat / no rain / i go to the ocean to cool / & the
shore / has become an insatiable drunk / the ocean waves / but i don’t / know its face so drawn /
so shrunk so i shrug / & walk / & i walk & the water / slides farther & farther away / back home /
in a snarl of bedsheets / you weep as tho to replenish the sea / to level / the drought / i spit in
your mouth / as if i could barter the ocean / its emptiness / for my want / on my knees / i deluge
& come / await the unremarkable death / of the earth & still hungry / the evening / fissures / with
a clap / of everything barren / of air slick through fists / our neighbor jimmy / lives in a tent by
the condo construction / when i wake / to his howls curdling the air / i fill your mouth / with my
fingers / as if they could busy / every wailing tongue / you fill me with forgetting / drown / his
moans with mine / & in the dark we pull each other’s hair / say i’m a lez for you / & mean 
abolish the family / say make me bleed / & mean healthcare should be free / you paint my skin
with angry red / slap-prints when i tell you to / remind me i know / how to hurt myself better /
than they can / it works / until the sun clocks back in / for an eleven-hour shift / for which she
like us / does not get paid enough / to keep her from setting every day / things on fire / just to
keep the floorboards warm / in the kitchen / you turn up / the oven / say talk dirty to me / i
unsheathe / the meat knife / my breath / at your throat / i whisper / the blade to your hip / trace
dreams of blood / we could tease / from the landlord / & this time you come / as tho rivers
/ could turn / into banks / we save / every drop / & sell it for souls / theirs wanting / ours empty / &
​hungry / still / hungry still / hungry i spit / & i spit & i downpour i / empty i come / on my knees
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