Catherine Strisik

Issue #
April 26, 2020

Past Tense

Tongue me you said folded lengthwise.

Charm me I said at this sagebrush

O beautiful prey,
tibia spines
walking hairs,
my neck arched back.

Only your, primrose
deliberate splendid desire.

In the background trembling in pale
yellow gesture
delicate I heard?

My mouth burned with clover.

And, the constriction.

Previously published in Insectum Gravitis
(Main Street Rag 2019)

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