poem: the feel of serrated edges

loganbrightworks poems 2019-07-162019-07-15

the feel of serrated edges
and teeth
are rending away at my guts
my guts
they’re spoiled and fuming
my guts my guts
now where did I leave them?

Published 2019-07-162019-07-15

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