Hunters, Hunting

Line up the boys you knew,

Those disappointment dispensers you let in,

Claws out for blood and semen.

Paint the wall with a gun and some organic matter.

Fill your space with regret,

And don't ever look back.

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Neighbors wake in sweat.

Calcium words forming inside them:

Who are we anyway?

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No one knows anyone.

Everyone is a photo and a witty line

Until they become your boyfriend.

Then they're all outsides,

No insides.

Shiny white teeth and a postcard smile,

Delivered to 711 to meet you in the dark night air.

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And you've come so far,

Teeth dripping red, eyes shining dark as the moon.

Live on for his sake, and the next, and the next.

This is for all the boys who never knew god.

A body swinging from the barn loft.

Another one in the attic, not breathing.