I. To binge
spiralization of tender flesh an allegorical interlocking; body and soul. blood brothers out back behind the bar tinny garbage, natural born loser, you cannibal. what’s it like to ‘really’ sink your teeth in? vice grip crocodile death roll smoking barrel of a hunter’s gun, shouting ‘fuck yea’ with raised fists across the park hollering caterwaul, haunt like feral felines i lit my cigarette with the embers of yours, watched ashes fall before lofting into the night air










