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Hah! A disgusting term!

Making Love
by Jeremiah Walton

like chewing roses
like love

I’m hallucinating that mad man again

he’s in the bedroom with his beard
waking me from dreams I don’t remember
then he’s really there

I swing a knife I don’t know how to use
accidentally gut him
going to jail for murder

(good lawyers are out of my wallet’s width)

or knick him
he’ll chuckle
reaching out
with working man hands

& strangle me.

I won’t do anything at all,
just be strangled.

I’ll chew some roses over the experience in the never waking up

previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance

Filed under: Fuck Art, Let's Dance

About the Author

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Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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