Matriculated many months ago
from frenetic faux fellatio. Pupil
you never wanted me to be follows
a blur beneath black locust trees. Fertile
a couple weeks a year before reason
reappears, careless with pigtailed pioneers,
fuck dolls with dank eyes sewn shut by demons
you cannot confront. They all disappear
with sustenance of blooms when the season
requisitions tombs decorated in
pastels. Halo for the harlot heathen
you once knew well from grave I hide within
to masticate upon my own hunger.
I masturbate until it’s all a blur.