Anime on His Choke Hand “Alone” deep in rocky desert he shrieked into his visor vanity “What the fuck did you do!?,” but somehow the truck-to-ground thud of the body—boozy as berries on summer sidewalk— had him unload again over that petechial dollface.
*This poem is unpublished (and dedicated to the memory of Lesly Palacio)
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