did i sense it in your brain?
elemental drops of rain?
proxy for a dropsy chain
of nervous, strained causality?
did i taste it on your tongue?
the wonder of the loud and young?
stifled by a rifle flung
by heaven sent entitled fire?
would you sex me in a box?
would you sex me with a fox?
would you sex me still in socks
with child's rhymes and satan's flames?
now you lay me down to bed.
you pray my soul be with the dead.
put me there in all their stead
if they must weep a weeping weep.
did you close it up all tight?
remember now, turn off the light.
and check the stove, not once but twice
before the future falls on us.
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