(For Spencer McGill)
fleas don't bite me anymore
I've blood more made by Pfizer
than marrow
seen a rat recoil
ignore my warm and fleshy hand
to him
as boring as the woodgrain of the table
i am this inorganic
large undead
he hit me hard although it isn't as if
the critters think to
spite me
and while guests pack insecticide and
pets itch and need the brush I
sleep on
wishing to be less a vacuum more
arm in arm linked up the same
in chain
don't worry
ReplyDeletethe vultures
still fly
My money is on Max and the cats tucking into me ten minutes after I kark it.
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