To a friend and her nerves

Fret not. No, fret and fuck
how sparrows fuck and drop how
squirrels fuck like squirrels ought,
fuck like sharks fuck bleeding
others’ blood, fuck madly,
or not at all. Or breathe
how the world’s waters know
no time but where they begin
and where they end at their tail
twitching in estrus looking red
for its suitors the algae.
Nothing since creation refuses
something in it, flies and butterflies
take on mates like alms,
like a double-take unnoticed
walking down two legs
urging for four, down this
pasty sidewalk underneath
all that fucks and above
all that wants to.

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~ by Jeremy on January 20, 2011.

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