the sulfur stink, & we bent in half
to sleep three days & woke.
our fingers articulate as concrete, our eyes astute as stones
throats like hollowed-out bones.
& we follow one another in the black streets. & we follow
one another like ants, gnash & sex like ants. as ants we hunt. the sun is stuffed
with white & bronze ants. we still know how to turn doorknobs.
we recognize jawless siblings
& embrace upon slabstiff necks & embrace
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Did the movie from the previous post inspire this one?
Nah, this is from last year.
eww! zombies are gross! but i guess if they are happy!
I think I'll do a zombie post on Friday.
Ha! Good to see this one posted. :)
so zombie-y
zombies
scarey
middle age, middle night
wet
stinky
run
away
run
away
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