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Menu Poetry: HUNTER (‘Mad Egg’)


Dripping

Onto hot dust

After breaking: DONE


The honey in my side

Pickles into brine and seasons

This hot, wild, candied thing


But the stick that beats the hour

Damn

We dredge

Naked in our madness


To drip again like seasoned 

bird

Song



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