Journal Entry: May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012
I’m sure I’ve settled for the rain before
May 24, 2012

If ever the dusk settles on dry bones
and lecherous wails bubble through brine
[Golden apple eyes bobbing,
bellies swollen with spice]
I will drink my semen for wine
and celebrate the impotence.

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