Tag Archives: rosin

The precurser

Squirting
from the cunt
rolled back
ecstatic

It was like an eel
the way the chorizo
gutted and slithered
away

Wide open
gaping
hollowed out
carved clean

By the hybrid marbling
difference between
thin flesh slick with death—
the ooze bubbling out
in spurts blink blue,
blink cream

We were on our own—
dabbing rosin onto
the toenails of time

Breaking off
from our homes
like a trichome
subzero

Compounding
the phosphorous
into the bone
just like that

The hole glowing
white hot
from the wild oak
kept dry

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