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he said possession was the same
like tea and oranges
served on white plates
in winter
in a rust cafe
a brief breath before another
sticky dive

him
a lover in wool and fur
barked at the door
that was him
carrying a cross
with a cigarette and
scarlet Levi’s

it was hard to distinguish
between him cumming and that
stray dog barking
didn’t matter
he said he wasn’t looking
not for a lover
not for anything

I asked to be
possessed
his
his pupil

we got full
or tired of bread and wine
he asked why I was so quiet now
my teeth chewed through my
tongue and left a
soggy sliding lump

he said
nothing as sweet as a sweetie
a lollipop in the cheek
sucked out flicked to the side
and replaced with a bulging
crucifix

so I took up with praying
lunging and hiding
under his frock

he paced and paced rotten
floorboard until someone said
look out he’ll fall through

laugh won’t you
he replied
laugh