in a brown paper bag.
swig of a saloon brushed fist of cuff.
pinch my nose, ram me to the bone.
sleepwalking beast come into my bed again
and again how do i not have your child in me?
not your witch, your Aphrodite.
yet none my own blood, taken i into you
yes over again. you into i
a default
i cannot muster how to say it otherwise.
and yet all together the trash
slimy baby blankets,
washed away wordless pages,
beast sit between us.
beast grown.
blinds me crushes me.
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