a bonus poem

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yeah, uh, i don't know about this one. it sort of snuck out of me. i'm not sure if it's interesting or not.




The fossil record

Calciferous
I whisper, into
your vulvic ear, which
is all a-
sheen with
wax and I
adore it, every
labyrinthine whorl
I want to marry. We
are always turning
into bone, our softest
parts embracing
their destiny.

Your ear
(my love)
will stiffen and set
like oatmeal left
on the breakfast table
to form stiff peaks,.
You'll no more
squash your nose
when your face
is pressed to my shoulder
or my breast, which also
trends toward stone.
The breasts of the world undo themselves,

Run dry, run flat, give up,
listen, there's no
getting away from it;
this is the bargain.

You joked
we'll all be mutton someday
breathing hard, your
sweat-fog rolling
over me, the sour-fresh
you-ness of it, wet,
and me stood at
the stove where you
held me from
behind, pressing your soft
body fearlessly to
mine as if
there were no danger
in this world, and no decay.