Issue: GRIFFEL #5

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