I Am Talking Dirty to You Like You are the Only One in the Room -- Danielle Pafunda

I Am Talking Dirty to You Like You are the Only One in the Room – Danielle Pafunda

Down to the boneyard, then. And dig your corpse and 
with pliers pluck out one after the other its teeth and plant 
them in my very own mouth. Your happy clackers to mitt 
my sweater sleeves, and when it’s time to lightway, 
your gall. My gal, Mister. Gussy in your worm drenched 
nerve, and quick with the pink Catawba.

Hammer-ended kissy face, I chap your coffin and bag
your footsies. Sure you have the numbers one through 
one hundred. Sure the musical renditions, the Chinese 
artifacts, all facts, all figures, all spittle-scripted marginalia. 
I’ve got naught, that’s the beaut. I’ve got a nickel and 
a hangnail. I’ve got your nails catalogued, ready 
for stringing. Underside each, a grave grub, and in each 
grub, one of the many letters you never came out with.

Oh, did I mention? We got ourselves a renaissance of can’t.

Source: http://www.versedaily.org/2007/talkingdirt...