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medusamessiah by JP Seabright

i ride you // my messiah // like godiva

In stout beds dreaming in cells stale and brimming with the morning syllables of aging recusants

We look forward and find a vision of a double-edged sword falling from our mouth and making

this morning I stalked the bluebells

At this point I should perhaps reveal that I do not believe in the undead.

Calm down, calm down. Put the language away.

Susan Sontag thought that the writer must be four people: the Nut, the Moron, the Stylist, and the Critic.

A woman gave birth to a sip of water. No, that’s not right.

And they’re off. Like shitty little thoroughbreads.