4 Poems

Earthworm My mornings come fraught with bushwhackings and darkness. Speechless and blind, the rewards prove inadequate: the never-ending mouthfuls of filth. A pear-shaped brain. Fulllength shits and five sludgy slow-motion hearts. No fun ever, just a frantic week or so fucking in the leaf litter, rubbing my clitellum against a few hot pink girl worms […]

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