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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4062 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Leeches and Divorce Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) I want to say they are black pipes flowing with my blood, drawing their lips back taking in the red milk. What of the correlation between this and love, the way a body folds like paper on to itself, over and over until it is small. Hunger is an odd tool-- a leech attaches to a leg because it is warm and there is nothing else. I thought of you when the salt burned the dark bodies how they refused to let go. All those years when we did not speak and I pulled you deeper even though it was bitter, semen eating the soft parts of my skin. Even now it is difficult to decipher who was the beast or the being, or if we were only two leeches drinking the river in. |
