Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Tendon and Pap Cartilage

(March 4/08)

She suckled skin spiced with tallow, her eyes pressed into the furrow of her brow. Gristle and tinder-bone and bone that looks like grackle and recapped kneecaps and ankle-chards and bony spurs of bone that go on and on forever and millennium, spaycord and tendon and pap-cartilage and sheeting and cast-iron struts and joists and crossbeams that meet at each opposing end, by God did she suck the hellfire out of that chicken thigh.

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