bathe me in your DNA by Lauren Singeri watched you run the blade
the length of your cheek,
nick a blemish, bleed out
onto tissue paper.
the stain spread
so unrealistically red,
as though to prove there was no mistaking it.
it is weird that i would play with your blood?
rub it on my eyelids or the backs of my knees?
looking at me with your one morose tear
i couldn't help myself but run a finger
down that slovenly face, catch the syrup in hooked embrace,
bring it to my lips and ingest your type o negative.
make my body clean again;
the newest way to swallow. 05/12/2008 Posted on 05/12/2008 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
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