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IV.
the tiny red ant climbs
on the. lips of your vagina
and DiCM, John, the turtJ.e has been killed

by my nesi tating footstep

POllen from the exhausted truck-ruined turtle

is passed
wi til my urine

I make my .:rounds the spl.inters?
and return to ho~low beings
blood drips from my fingers
is i:t from the cat scratchesa%'

the cat :mounts a tree
i paw .at the asheS left standing

at his garnished cl.a.WS
and smear t:b.em an my thr~bodY
greyinq the ~cret £olds o£ ~
and the onl.y hope left
is in hisburntofferi ngs"

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