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the sound and smell of cat skulls.
we pull the car to
spoonside wood
and crumble a cup of rocks
I hear the smelly stench risen from the
lump of fur in your arms
the dead cat
(anita relishes rights on roadkill)
she cradles the mass
she has freed the dead from death once again
she vacillates the virus that
paralyzed god
then returns the creature
to the open grave
and anita speaks with her
eyes closed
and her mouth shut
"I have gorged my glands on gentle giants for the last time.
I have danced disease for the last time."