Simone Claire Harms
my Wants is him some;
Movement a bastard between
the Stroke
or trudge of tongue.
question: How here could be as bitter?
A: Old hell less than lazy
(so strokes and trudge away)
having
a bitter cup of missing him. a
cannibal ache. a
shore of bitten shoulder wince.
what part of speech?
my frightening wound, i picked a switch
which wets the feather.
is it a life? this moving and looking.
Then An Old wood pecker on
the side of the house pecking Stucco.
I take off our tits with your teeth.
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SIMONE CLAIRE HARMS is a poet. She lives and writes in the Twin Cities.
