Can you feel six feet cuddle on your
back between your failed wings?

Are you lying naked on a bed of mothballs;
the musk tainting your pores?

Is bloodletting a form of sex?

Do you hear a mother praying by
the egg-filled hole of your belly?

When a 'roach crawls into your sleeping
mouth, is it merely seeking heat?

Or, like a man, does it crawl
backwards searching for a womb?

© Omar F. Telan

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