I didn't mean to chip your tooth, but what the dry mouth does when the wet flesh is flensed away is nobody's business but the bones Swallow me whole, then-- I'm sorry, she taps her pen to her lip this isn't bad, but I have to ask What's with all the cannibal shit? Do you have any poems where people don't eat each other? And I could spin some gristle about how life took the weight I used to wield the punch that rang hammerblow-strong through my blood and crispy fried it right out of me I could suggest that the best attempt at affirmation any of us nuggets have left hinges only on what we consume or whom But honestly Sometimes we eat each other because we eat each other and any stated reason is self-defense after the fact Spit me out somewhere with good topsoil, would you? Who knows what might spring up
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