stuntman,
you are stunted, a Rumpelstiltskin skin
stretched taut
over your undersized heart
and that arrow of yours:
it squirts venom and spunk
in no particular order sometimes
all junked up. A short, salty
path down an open throat
can lead a derelict pussy
astray and then save her, to betray her
on a later day.
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