Rabies | Claire Gordon

the cast iron pan
fed us til it didn’t (we are always hungry)
what you said:
—i am rabies
—mouth meets mouth
what i said:
—can i take some of what you say and write it down

i wanted to claim your inches of chopped hair
and make something
but you threw your hair away
so what, you say silently
so what if i suffocate you with lust

resistance trembles
leaves fall to levels and layers
leathers are essential

smoked char graces the wood
environment and your bed
is the only place
in the forest

the only place

Claire Gordon’s work can be seen or is forthcoming in places such as New Bourgeois, Fuck Fiction, Electric Cereal and Fried American. She lives in Portland, Oregon.

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