I no longer feel guilty for fucking you,
as your response,
listenership shake raw
amongst bloody dandelions &
brutal fanfares,
are perhaps to be
your greatest perversion.
I’d ruin you again
harmonic disjuncture
shocking bliss / couples.
I understand
little remainder
(carry the units)
but whatever you were was the problem –
congratulations,
your finest self is one
something impaled on the
queer girls’ spike parameter
& the finale is worth
a two-page obituary.
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