tourniquet/truncate by Lori Dofman

the stomach hungers for a body to swallow



halve, plum and core me


a pine tree above your rib

an acorn in your foot


i made a home in a red velvet mouth,

though sucking stained your lips cream

and me, cherry



cut and crate me


i was a stack of starving bones, white

with no marrow


but now i boil in your blood

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