blunt //// trauma // for // boy // blunt
// I fed // him // the // heaviest /////
////////// machine // the fattest finger
interface // orifice // blow // wand ////
boy mulch /// longitude /// socket lunch
//// 9 out of 10 underwear models // use
this // trick! /// in confidence I preferred
to raffle // prick // pinking shears /// or
whatever was handy // sucked out all ///
angles // no bind I couldn’t // eat myself
out of. // I was pious // in my // prayer.
a veritable // carwash! // we all know //
lucifer // was a fallen /////////// anal.
// at //times ///// it was hard // to tell
to whom // I was // speaking. ////////
///// an object // shaped // wife /////
or a // wife // shaped /////////object.
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Sara Kachelman is a student of prose and bookmaking in Portland, Oregon. Her work has appeared in DIAGRAM, New South, Portland Review, and other journals. You can find her online at sarakachelman.com.
