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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