soft and hot

After Gas Huffing

Cold in my tent last night—
Moved away from the creek
Closer to the fire.

I heated up the plastic Jesus—
Placed it soft and hot
On my abdomen.

Cold again this morning—
I bit into the messiah—
No sign of life.

“like all good
leftists of a certain region,
i have never read marx
or the bible.
i know the gossip
well enough
to kneel and resist.”

— Tatiana Luboviski-Acosta / “(untitled)”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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