object #1: your sim makes a face at his own body after “woo hoo”
By Luther Hughes Posted in Poetry on February 26, 2015 0 Comments 1 min read
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see the black boy
made of wood,

a pleated ass,
a curve –

see where fingers
gnaw

him a smeared color.
gouts rooting,

teeth
scratching the bone.

he stands, once a tree –
diced limbs,

hole in the neck
of the pelvis,

rotting slowly
as light gathers him.


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