Liberals

I'm thinking about how being left
is marginal. How, parsing sour
ornaments, you think eventually
in Captain Crunch, and knees blanch.
"I tried to love you the best
I could" murmurs her lips, someone
else. Meanwhile dripping a hold
on your severed leg.

"I'm sorry I'm not who you want."
I'm beating this into the pillow right
now, teeth chalked-out with passerby's
blood. Passerby appears startled
to be in this picture. "I thought

this was a family shw." She's wearing
my balls around her neck, catsup
gently like in accordance with
heartfailure arrives enigmatically.


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Lewis LaCook

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