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Him (MyOccyltLover) - Sherry Musick

Fable

I want you to
lean me up against
the ladder that clacks
from rack to rack
and press in until
the weak rungs creak
and your teeth whack
into mine. We can
read Bataille in bed
after, the darker parts
of you like heavy,
furred fruit, glasses breaking.
We can even be
in your parents' basement,
I don't care; the
mites down there could
have at us, let
them bite and bite.

Donora Hillard