consume-her center
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

eat her fingers first
the ink stains adding a darkness
like mesquite

next, work on the thighs
bruised and weary
they will spoil if not
high on the list

but, for the perfect
perfection
of a swallow, it's best
to start with the soft, warm flesh
of a belly

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