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Lick the honey,
From your pot,
Gluttonous appetite,
I nuzzle my face in deep
Looking for more,
More,
More

Taxidermied Heart

i.
I’m sitting here on railroad tracks
drawing blood with
a heart-shaped crayon;
scraping bursts of cherry
across the rusted metal railing.

These tracks stretch past
sheets of chainlink
fencing off your taxidermied heart;
this is the closest you’ll let any girl
to the core of your granulated spirit.