EVENING WILL COME: A MONTHLY JOURNAL OF POETICS (ISSUE 12: DECEMBER 2011)

         Lara Glenum | A Poem is a Skin That Ruptures


The ha ha albino sky is rotting like meat in the poem’s throat. Sink yr fingers
in2 the creamo dreamo seal meat. Ensorcel yrself 4-evah in loaves of hottie
blubber.

The poem arranges suitable animals 4 yr maxi yum. Chew until u r reeling
around in yr blubs. Yr bones dripping out




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