consangui(sh)inity
deciduous is a haunting word
I would like to change
the definition
if only
for you,
liberation of my cunt!
in the form of organ
trans plant
take it with you and I will kiss it
goodbye for the
abscission
of
cherishing
the only way I know how
to evolve
into an internal ecosystem
my
brothers
are
hunters
for
mushrooms / completion
I
search
for
both
liberation of fungal spore!
a coming
to
an
external
cycle
of
predetermined
choice
beacon in brink
some of you are ghosts now
a different type of animal
throats expunging
ectoplasm surely wrestles against the space
between where we stand
and stood
call the cops to the front!
I want to see them shrouded
in the uptick of
their own recession
from this poet’s fingers
if old technology
was like new technology
I’d photoshop their eyes
shut
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Ty Little is a poet/vessel. They believe all dogs and poems are sacred. Recently, they moved to Richmond, Virginia and feel a little less scared of everything. Magic is real.