TWILIGHT OF BEOWOLF by Linette Marie Allen

When               you tell me

no,                   you are beautiful

when               you show me

yes—               the x pinks

of                     your pain,                    I

part                  your                 home

like                  crab,                suck

the secrets                    blind like

choice                         meat

meant               for hoar-

smoke coming home in the rain.                                  [x = peachy, killer]


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