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Symbiotic Incisions
By Maria Nazos
You rub your shoulders raw,
searching for the
Relief pattern my half-moon nails waned on your back
The teethmarks on your scuffed leather-those have faded back into
The lambskin folds also.
You hate me.
I made you orphaned fetus again, and
all you have left is
Your beautiful
diction you
drop as daintily as tissues out
of your ass
This summer-
She painted her eyelids white and her warpaint gold and gypsied
Through these flat states in search of some dimension she did
not find
In you. She rolled the blue map into her own perfect little
Tesseract
Of tequila yellow fucking and fucking-up alike she wears her own
clawmarks on
her shoulders for
Errors-
She bears them proudly-
You weren’t named in the song I wrote in the nicest of-
Here you are Nick.
A box, for you.
My errors.
My scars.
My trades
That you still search your neck for everyday.
My bejeweled evils-if you refuse to release them then they are
yours.
Spirits
