Spanish Omelette

I start writing once more

As you dice the onions into

Smaller pieces of nude

Flutings that make you sob – and sift

Between masturbating

Cries that melt into the photographs

We took over the week.

Verdigris frosting my neck and

The pan of hot oil by

Your bare boldness – I am red meat

An illegitimate

Baby and like the bastard cat,

I have nine times to die.

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