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tourniquet/truncate by Lori Dofman

the stomach hungers for a body to swallow

 

tourniquet

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

 

truncate

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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Lori Dorfman, 34, lives in los angeles.

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