Sunday, January 16, 2011

rolls of cotton (a gross poem)

Wrap me up
in rolls of cotton
until the swarming stops,
the hot turning of my eyes
and the dull ringing
filling my ears with cotton:
whole goddamn rolls of the stuff
whiter and denser
than a field full of toilet paper
made just to keep the shit
in my brains from pouring
all over us: the red
bloody brown shame.

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