Excerpt – Rotting Comfort

rotting comfort

we lie together
him and me
in a bed made of
rotting comfort

the pillows
are bundles of
twigs and leaves
that drag my hair

the quilt is
piles of moss
knitted together
with desperate pleasure

with desperate pleasure
knitted together
piles of moss
the quilt

drags my hair
twigs and leaves
are bundles of
pillows

in rotting comfort
our bed is made
we lie together
him and me

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