A man in a black top hat with a
faceless
face asks me if I want to look
into the eyes of a dying whale in the
background
of his question the puppies cry for me
to hold them they can no longer
remember
their mother I peel lipskin with
my two
front teeth with space between them
they used to say was a sign a woman was
easy
I break too easily this just-begun
day I don't want to hurt before noon
It is 11 I know the whale eyes will hurt-teach
me about surrender the back of my
throat makes
clicking sounds like it knows what I
don't
like it is hungry but I do know how
to place my hand inside a glove finger
by finger I know how to make you feel
wanted it is a good thing
to start by touching your skin
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