Eating Raw Meat – a poem
The blood you seeon the toothbrushisn’t minebut whoa, let me lick that offfor you
Day: July 3, 2008
Wait – a poem
Wait, she saysat the doorat the cara hand in my faceat the face of my meat bowlWait beforeOK – go
The blood you seeon the toothbrushisn’t minebut whoa, let me lick that offfor you
Wait, she saysat the doorat the cara hand in my faceat the face of my meat bowlWait beforeOK – go