for feeding.
this is the wilderness:
know it. lick it like a friend.
i sleep in my belly during.
thumbs plunged
into my throat
and to them
my esophagus talked.
i was moving up.
the filled occipital
burial place
is even hockable.
i know i know
i see what i've spit
already.
it looks pretty.
contained hurl works.
chewer parts.
restless muscle
cleans knuckles to a shine
it crawls back
packed with land salt.
that's a signal: now lumber down to awake.
oh flames.
pet those out.
close the mouth.
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