i am not a man i am an animel
i felt the widening of his chest almost imperceptible
an ancient survival-stance planted monolithic-man
u touch me i kill u this at a friend’s bro’s funeral
my own bro confronting an animal named Mel eyes
glint jewhate loud berate cloaked in seeming humour
Mel’s old girlfriend cowers used to verbal shredding
public humiliate
the clovenfoot
that’s enough or deal with me motherfucker bro’s chest wider
manstance-spreading ditto silence of the lambs gathered on
summer patio he’d kill him with his bearhands if he had to
this bro built
for
gladitorial
endeavours
i wish i could do that
five feet four
+there’s so much more
coquette
now firmly dead
who knows
maybe i can
i probably can i might
i will
mono-mythic poet-heroine
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Winter 2026 ..final year of 60’s.. and stoked..
GET UP! YOU CAN DO IT APESIE !
songanddancegirl 