it took three

cultural production

one, three, three, three,
animal instincts,
are made of me.

A look.
bats of pleasure,
release in the storm,
with wheels of tradition,
rock to 3/3 rhythms.

Drag your teeth,
to study the contours,
spell her out with scent,
then shade her in with resent.

A touch.
open your mouth,
tomorrow’s the consequence,
but tonight’s the thrill.

So ask me twice,
i’ll answer you none.
Today’s the bullet,
that night: the gun.

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