5.16.17
BOOT(S)TRAPS
there was a glimpse of poetry
you have not tasted before
lovers calling your mouth
ashtray
flicking them off with your teeth
.
this has nothing to do with the threat of strangers in the forest
i’m making sure you understand the moral of the story
forgive my salt
but i will skin hides
and dig my way out with my teeth
if i must.