New poem:

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I ate a horse

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I ate a horse.

I inhaled its hair, soft

and fine like words; sucked its

hooves, like a theme, harsh,

choking; licked its blood

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off my fingers–that way

those words slid their tongues

up my spine and into my

skull.  I enjoyed it.

I buttered its frame, feasted

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on its thigh, and made a fine needle

from its rib.  I sewed all night

to clothe myself

in its body.  I am full and washed,

a warm filling, a clean coat, satisfied

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