Hold it down, every
Fiber against this
Feeling, betrayal to the body
Outside, four letters of alphabetical
Grace, thrust an inquiry
Unanswered by the conscious.

A sickening, revolting stench,
Enamored, jealous, concealing hate
Threatening, pugnacious, queasy
Unclean, a film of loathing, like
Buttery cream, rolling and melting
Hot on the tongue, cool and collected,
Unraveling though sun, smiling and
Dreaming of better things, like porn
And strippers, not this ratty old thing.
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