kiss her fingers and say:
you are a jungle.

I stretch,
yawn,
and out falls a
knuckle.

What does love feel like?
she asks.

I turn,

cough,
and out falls another.
kiss flowered mouth through teeth
and say:

like a wet machete
ripping through the jungle

 

“camouflage”

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