A Cronenberg Creature

a hungry
wall-eating
thing
is in my belly

Feed it dreams
else
it groans

Tendrils extend
out
to shoulders and knees
You can't remove it


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He is, at heart, romantic
When he was wringing out the rag
he uses to clean the windows
he thought of you
and your arms
left and right
shoulders to fingertips
not a Chinese burn
but a deep, more graunchy
twist
Perhaps a little imaginative


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First divorce
and he crumpled like a concertina
with someone else's thumb stuck
on middle C

One fairy tale gone bad
does not make a bio



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