Hard feet
from days of playing barefoot
Legs stretched past the limits of the bed
I scan the body I made
for signs of freshness
Forearm made of baby meat
I clutch it close
claim it
the last drumstick on the bird
Hard feet
from days of playing barefoot
Legs stretched past the limits of the bed
I scan the body I made
for signs of freshness
Forearm made of baby meat
I clutch it close
claim it
the last drumstick on the bird
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