Kidnapping Comma Birthdays
Drew Kalbach
I am silent I am self-violent I pry punches
out of a bag and force them down my gullet
I am swan-naked somewhere
Your hands are cold
around my ball-shaft around my earlobes around
sky that smells like turpentine somewhere else you lead
prisons break armies
sew matchsticks and gum together
into hair into
walls if you were a whore Id buy you with urine
Id buy you with crabs lice
Your mouth is open
to high school volleyballs to used tampons taking
peer-precedence over cadavers
Kelsey
if our oil-drums melt into candles
and the driftwood-grandmothers we use
to prop in our windows disappear take care
of distance he is gagged in my basement
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