David Wolach
after kristin prevallet
As the hard aclines the limp-
Ness forgo act this once are
You and if then backspace
Me he went to the toilet
To gag on the volume of it
The sliver in throat to lung
From lung to hand me I
Want naked a bare skin-
Less being stripped of re-
Course and the wetness
His fingers way down
Into that other expanse
Of fullness rain cease-
Less and I-beams jammed
Calling up the words can-
Not now spill or mute
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