Sorry, I’m posting like crazy this week, but new inspiration is abound caused by a certain female.

There is no castor oil to purge
this sweet disease called you.
In my stomach, steel wire, hypodermic thin, like the hair starting to poke through the blonde around your temples,
filters acid to my blood.
Mandragora, Amanita, Belladonna, Teonanácatl, I beseech thee.
Why? All these years…
A decade and a half, and I still feel heat, even when he’s as [...]