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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Thank you, chiquita linda. I wouldn’t mind a little criticism, though.
amazing