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pull out my feathers
with your teeth
I’m bare skinned

pull the words
off my tongue
with your own
I’m just bony knees

wayward growing
feel her growing
growling

all the houses have shacks
all my nights are shacks
undressed in shackles
trapped
nothing tastes as sweet

it said in pink letters
“my future is a hallway
see me in irises
see me sprawled out
my hair a lost Pollock
my fingers bronze chords.”