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How My Wife Disturbs the Universe

Peter Davis

She was broken glass
and I was shoeless and I ran
to her and sat cross-legged
and picked her from my feet.
I said, “You're beautiful bloody.”
She said, “I know.”
I wiped her on the rags that
I kept in the kitchen and
I cleaned her from under
my fingernails with
my sharp tooth.
She tasted like dried blood.
She said, “Do I taste like dried blood?”
I said, “You do.”
She said, “I can hear you chewing.”
I said, “I’m smacking my lips.”
I sounded like a penis entering a vagina.

Peter Davis

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