A poem by Judas, post TX getaway
hearts like cracked sidewalks blades popped, soon to be cud i hawk at your gentle jaw the mechanics of song of glut twirling at your throat it tempts. i will paint your toes, feed you salt fish drip sweet milk & pluck the sun for you to swallow. then let me swoop let me devour– sate this solar ache.
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