pit where you came
to sink in the world will not get
. No regrets.
choked with flowers and bats,
anything you say. Nothing is said
down that night.
Bats rival birds.
(Al gash drove me to this world
without asking, he could not return. No regrets.
is tattooed on me. I traced the drawing.
choking on the unspeakable,
turned it into the horn of my own unicorn.
pierce, hang, knot, choose the banner)
My sex has kidnapped you.
with their lips sealed out of your curiosity.
could not be better elsewhere.
and your chips as you navigate through my veins.
Now that I've seen from the inside
guess there's nothing you want to ask.
Image: Lucio Fontana, Concetto Spaziale, 1961.
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