That thing I call the Death Apparatus: that thing I call the Swallower

There was a tremor

So dark it was the dogs would not walk, not one of them

you didn’t just want to puke in your mother’s mouth you wanted to her to feel as big and lonesome as the puke that did not want you if it wanted you wouldn’t it have stayed inside you wouldn’t it have said hi and wouldn’t it have been more reasonable and less lonely and cried […]

your pubes are everywhere when I sleep they cover me like my mother’s blankets cover me when I eat they stay in the gaps between my teeth and I savor them like I savor dark meat like I savor endless moments like I savor the end of eternity like I savor the bush meat of […]