Lukewarm

lukewarm? i shall

spit you out.

are you, Luke, warm?

 

(my stitches swarm

your body like red ants,

a stinging miasma of itchy wool.)

 

i’ll spit you out, your name

like apple seeds beneath

my tongue, my ruined teeth.

 

(here poison lurks

below sweet pale flesh and

even Eve gets lonely of an evening.)

 

your lukewarm eyes spit out

an oily half-formed gaze congealing

on the floor where my

 

hand-knitted blanket lies

untouched, waiting

to warm Luke’s eyes.

 

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