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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