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            leaves gather at the screen, wind brings the scent of a dead animal
        as rain slithers, inscribing the electric breath of a bug lamp
    whereunder they press together, breathing awful sounds … they were breathing awful sounds
though the tent, then out, warm steam pants
 


as rain slithers, inscribing the electric breath of a bug lamp
    falling insects and subtler movements stir the darkness
        though the tent then out, warm steam pants
            a glowing carnal, stretching off the metal box like a huge yellow drop
 


            falling insects and subtler movements stir the darkness
        wherein shadows are thrown (for only the night is mono-single)
    a glowing carnal, stretching off the metal box like a huge yellow drop
like fire off wood—SSSTST SOUND, TST SOUND, TST-TST SNAP, TST-TST SNAP
 


wherein shadows are thrown (for only the night is mono-single)
    enacting the wet tongue movements of a stirring straw
        like fire off wood—SSSTST SOUND, TST SOUND, TST-TST SNAP, TST-TST SNAP
            they seem bigger than humans, b’just barely
 


            enacting the wet tongue movements of a stirring straw
        with eyes glistening like bubbles under tar
    they seem bigger than humans, b’just barely
timid and prowling—the search climb of a snail’s antennae
 


with eyes glistening like bubbles under tar
    she leaves a trail over selective parts
        timid and prowling—the search climb of a snail’s antennae
            pet down by teeth’s distractions then up to carnal yellow
 


            she leaves a trail over selective parts
        CAT HAIR, CAT HAIR, CATERPILLAR MOUTH, CATERPILLAR MOUTH
    pet down by teeth’s distractions then up to carnal yellow
with lips over teeth, the way one mouths frozen ice cream
 


CAT HAIR, CAT HAIR, CATERPILLAR MOUTH, CATERPILLAR MOUTH
    she is committed only to eating the male heads-first, when finished
        with lips over teeth, the way one mouths frozen ice cream
            in the hunger impulse of a praying mantis
 


            she is committed only to eating the male heads-first, when finished
        as arms enscissor, backs arch, and she lowers herself onto the scummy grass
    in the hunger impulse of a praying mantis
arms wedge though the shells, encoiling her segmented torso
 


as arms enscissor, backs arch, and she lowers herself onto the scummy grass
    they are overcome by liquid suggestions, when entwined
        arms wedge though the shells, encoiling her segmented torso
            while their shadows collaborate as two-thirds a dying spider
 


            they are overcome by liquid suggestions, when entwined
        rendered between the hips or from the inside out
    while their shadows collaborate as two-thirds a dying spider
resulting in a struggle to slither out of the yellow or escape backward through the dirt
 


rendered between the hips or from the inside out
    the oozing fluids shellac their shells and spindly legs
        resulting in a struggle to slither out of the yellow or escape backward through the dirt
            in the way a worm twists up on a fishhook, her lips contort
 


            the oozing fluids shellac their shells and spindly legs
        drenching them in the bubbling throes of agony or ecstasy
    in the way a worm twists up on a fishhook, her lips contort
like a ribbon in wind, twisting and yielding for more
 


drenching them in the bubbling throes of agony or ecstasy
    CRIMSON, CRIMSON, CRIMSON MOUTH, CRIMSON MOUTH
        like a ribbon in wind, twisting and yielding for more
            she is not unlike the dancing grasshopper pinned to cardboard
 


            CRIMSON, CRIMSON, CRIMSON MOUTH, CRIMSON MOUTH
        the fright and wind should wake me, if this is a dream
    she is not unlike the dancing grasshopper pinned to cardboard
wilting spreadeagle, her arms like flowers growing in darkness
 


the fright and wind should wake me, if this is a dream
    leaves gather at the screen, wind brings the scent of a dead animal
        wilting spreadeagle, her arms like flowers growing in darkness
            whereunder they press together, breathing awful sounds… they were breathing awful sounds.
 

--- Chris Custer