What she wanted

was my bones. As I gave them
to her one at a time she put
them in a bag from Saks.

As long as I didn´t hesitate
she collected scapula and
vertebrae with a smile.

If I grew reluctant she pouted.
Then I would come across with
a rib cage or pelvis.

Eventually I lay in a puddle
at her feet, only the boneless
penis waving like an anemone.

"Look at yourself," she said.
"You´re disgusting."

- Ronald Koertge

Moreover, I´ll be away for a week, going to Charleswood and
another IRL-gathering.

The above pretty much sums it up for the time being.
I feel like
Harold Lauder.

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