I throw wasp stings into
Your eyes
By bushel
And leave my footprints
On ground above you

You took words
You cut words
From places I was silent
In darkness and ungrown

And made ladders to moons

I can’t touch that, you cunt

All curled screwed scraps over
A match
And a tiny fire
Puff puffing smoke
Making my eyes wet
Making my heart sting
Making my eyes sting
Making my heart sing

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