Our Lady of the Teratoma

so tall necklace milk she echoes the abortions

siphon Lucky Charms to confused mouth kid 

lips in grates, skulls catching onto sunken prism

her exoskeleton our leftover marrow shadow

blending under runny balllet swords she finds

mushy comet in us she name herself we rape

her every lunch we stare alone wane

away into those spltting locust walls slippy

shaven, we let our tears rash down her stair

abortion dunes she is gathered, she stitches 

piercings on her flat tits reek placenta chime

lets the dead souls calm riven back to Nothing

shrine barf she saws throughout us prayer

for her meadow lump blinks soggy fingernails

her gasoline eyes show how she never done

colors ply away at her voice, punctuate each

spreading sphere wilting fever sizzles in tapered

curse she wants so for us to rape her one better

look deep, far away to her unleaded bell spools

where ghost-gnawed traffic still searches over

billboard snow, hands on hands raw got old 

spoon fed her lungs of webdice every broken 

hello stung by white night who glistens in ancient

teeth-ships, satellites rippled by the white fire 

branding us with mute slabs of infant tofu

cum out cement moons shrink-wrap suns red star

tasting her jaw ditches soupy with popped bruise

molted with stray ambience mucus passages
strewn all over nothing but mangled clapping

stump on stump, steady bolts of applause try

she told me to shut up, never let her suck more

of wind puddles shallow dips in gust where eyes

limed with storm thump like tadpoles but she does