ADULT LANGUAGE AND SUBJECT MATTER
Spinal Chord
Heretics are everywhere,
Ticks in my pubic hair,
Pricks beneath my underwear,
Between my legs.
The opening way back,
Murder She Wrote,
In my throat,
In the back,
The bottom of my spine,
The core of the plates,
That pixelate,
When I used to masturbate,
Where I used to exasperate,
All help,
Handing down inflatable rafts,
On one hand trying to row,
One hand on my elbow,
Shoulder blade,
Flashes its back,
Where he showed me his blade,
One arm shaved,
The other thick,
With razor burn.
– Joanna Lord
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