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| On the Way to Szarvas |
| by Arlo Voorhees |
| I saw a mutilated deer carcass.
Black birds rummaged through the carnage with their pitchfork beaks like winos picking a dead man's pockets for change. I thought of you, snapping juicy tendons of our bloody, burnt-out roadkill love, and although the image was adorable, (your red fangs and delicate fork) I think it’s time I told you that every time you try and kiss me I try to kill you with my tongue. |
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| May 2008 |
| 106 |