I’m sick again, stomach seed blocked 
wish I could get this shit out, so full of seeds
of fruit I wish I could shit everything at once, feel the hole
become wider and fill deeper with seeds fruit keep eating to shit
feel the rim elastic and white knuckling 
or oversize hipboning my dick never
be big enough to fill all the holes, mother, 
the holes rising like a baby born
in blanket bedroom hay straw and beast lowing and 
some feeling is it fingers wrapped around my neck 
which lines ought to break and which ought to stretch and be full-hided?
which mothers held me upside down for all forms of spillage, 
spill it out of me and don’t
abuse me or anyone on earth. 
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