ten red bottles - for kou nakagawa
baby, it rains for months.
in this fresh white coat
I'm waiting for leaves to fall
as cigarette burns green on my arms.
un-even circles, you wire puller.
great hunting - summer failed to
destroy me so I've used box cutters and burns
to cut the cocoon and I'm
unfolding down a lukewarm river
my thighs are used, I turn like clockwork
fluting out through pipes
into ten red bottles, full of blood
and sleeping on sheets
never, ever mine.
great hunting - they gave you
the same drugs that dulled me down
now neither of us can tell
when we're awake or asleep.
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