THE SMELL OF A WET DOG

(I preface this with: FUCK YOU)

I ONCE made love to a corpse
it was still warm with lies
It was bad weather like her eyes
AND she asked, “have you ever
fucked a living soul?”

Then, once, as I remembered:

“Within the absence or presence
of sun once I laid with a woman
and gave her subsistence by love
only to be hated by her.

Death only wants more death.
And her corpse’s flies ate her
through and through.

:: 02.09.2022 ::