Cupid Laid By His Brand, And Fell Asleep

By Trevor Ketner

bleed bull (lip, hair, spine)—sad candy fad—
anon, i shave a dad, dig a staff into mud,
stir daddylevel dick in hole—figpink sequin
froth—an idol (lunate god of ivy, c*nt, anal,
riverdoes, holy bitchwolf, form)—oh whir of
illustrative land—oh sedate eyes, tell
nothing, deny map—chew he-twig, ash, vertebrae—
sugaring arc edges, a violet sea—trans (anime
-obsessed, arty, sad)—rim me wifely—event: burnt
bone ritual—subtlety of cherrymood swathed
with kerchief, hide, beads—at hilltops
a teeming depth—triad sheds dust—i : a herd
of unfortunate deer—oh my hipbells—butch
fists me cerise—honeysmut grew dewy, ripe.

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