your psychedelic knives
BayLeaf Wilson
before you i was wool clouds and icy air
should have known you would pollute me
clog my pores with your dirt
i found myself--
writhing on a cutting board
licking your metal shoes
wheezing in a red pan
twirled into the fire made of your breath
taught me how to belly dance with the devil
now I am brown seeds and a sulfur tongue
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