Tis\u2019 The Season<\/p>\n
It\u2019s Christmas time. Pigeons kill pigeons
\nsilent in the night, spilling righteousness
\non church steps. A sacrifice, soft and bloody,
\nright beside sculpted Mother Mary\u2019s
\ngraphic placenta. Watch the blood soak
\ninto the concrete, drizzling off like silky
\nsmooth cranberry sauce.<\/p>\n
But we\u2019ve come next door for soy sauce,
\nentering the restaurant to watch gum
\nunder table top chew spiders. Excuse me,
\nAunt Martha, to the intimate mint green
\nbathroom walls of Chinese Vegan buffets
\nwho know me delicately more so. Undressing
\nme. Licking my skin clean of clean, suckling
\nopen-toed shoes, mold eating gold
\nright off painted toe. You cross
\nmy mind here as the lipstick stained kiss
\non the toilet seat. Look both ways,
\ndon\u2019t be hit by that nasty train
\nof thought. You never liked mine.<\/p>\n
An old woman bursts in, broken
\nlock bedlam. She drools the piss
\nright out of her mouth at the sight
\nof such intimacy. Sinks can\u2019t wash fake
\noctopus crumbs off fingertips, but they\u2019ll
\nhold your hand all nice and well. Go back
\nto the table. Watch a spider blow
\na pink gum bubble, bursting and ripe
\nwith low-hanging legs. I eat spiders
\nwho eat gum who eat spiders because that
\nwas my last piece. The table top underside
\nis now clean of clean of clean.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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