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Sartre once said
“words are loaded
pistols”

but what artillery did
she arm you with?

Courtney saunters to your bed
and deploys her loaded digression:

The plight of lesbians
and the unemployed
the ethics of vampires and
cannibals where did you
get that chair from what’s
the exact distinction between
a lake and a pond could there
be cannibalistic vampires?
et cetera, et cetera

All-nite
sans starlite
I want to sleep for weeks
like a dog at her feet
The cages, boys: the legs or the ribs?
I’ll take the heart
obtuse a desire…