mama sed:
gurl, ain't no body want a bone
but a dog--
eat up
have some a' these eggs
git mo' gravy
put some
meat on you,
honey.
but what's so bad 'bout
lettin' them hounds
worry my bones
crack my ribs
lick my joints
gnaw them soft parts clean?
mebbe i don't wanna be held
in hard hands
them calloused fingers
diggin' into my flesh
& a wet soft mouth
droolin' on me.
mebbe i'd rather
shrivel on the vine
than fall
ripe & heavy from the tree.
better if the boyz
toss me to the dogs
light
&
hollow
&
free.
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