Corpse
by Lisboa Miraflores
so natural, so easy
like lieing to your mother
about the corpse under the mower,
dead brother,
and don't forget where to plunge your knife
when arched
in estacy across your lover's back.
it's love, romance,
a combination of foul and obsene
words once used
to fool the memories
of the accidents of sex.
eat your own flesh
children,
your grandparents
once did.
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