ladyparts

Jokes.

Chick­ens swal­low stones–trap ‘em in their giz­zard
Rub those grains and greens,
(con­tract­ing)
bugs

Peb­bles for mus­cles
Found right there in lots and backs.

It was bet­ter to extin­guish–
sort of.
No more want­ing, the griev­ing moved its heavy sacks
out to the car

That giz­zard.

Wakin’ up in fevered sweats
it begs

Round cir­cles tap tap­ing
smooth and bold
crack crack crack­ing
Heads.
…

Lets talk about the smell of apples–heartaches for chicky babies in the roost.
No more that want want want­ing.
Left us out
Dried and sad.
A slick­ered sour puss in boots.