curdled
a poem
1 min readJul 6, 2023
my tears dissolving
in a flood of curdled milk
spewing from that mouth
from that bulbous woman
that she-devil spilt-salting
over my left shoulder
that bulbous woman caterwauling
penetrating past my earbuds
of riffs and drums and crunch
and catharsis
which only trickled
for me in the weeks past
that bulbous woman brass-abrasing
loose-jawin'-hem-n-hawin’
scratching louder
than my scratching pen
than my…