six grams of sex

I ate eggs and mangos the whole week before she came

& showed up at the doorstep; carried her over my threshold – I i took her in:

like a stray.

cats cradle’s a tangled up, a knotty piece of rope tossed in the back of a pickup headed upcountry.

An errant ton — a slip of the tongue

how many words would it take to reach inside-?

Mila (Jacob Stetser)

Mila is a writer, photographer, poet & technologist.

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