oxtail end song
by Tiana Martinez
loathing smiles like leeches
swarming pig blood they leak
until my songs grieve
this ringing body scathes
concrete as eucalyptus trees
weep dripping oil between our
thighs if i could sing a song
call it burning leaves into your
hands and shallow creeks
moon's crater waves wallowing
fingers smooth streaks of slick velvet
smearing ceremonies across walls
swallowing every hue of purple
you remember each name
world turning we settle inside
the song flickers while we stomach
dreadful panics burning leaves into
your hands and shallow creeks