Information on the Questionable
Solidity of Bullets

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Couture of perforations outside us painting room on the kiss.
Most wanted posterized still and still stealing our ivory flab.

Bugs drowning whistles in the dogs hearing voices.
The singer’s missing toes hit her missing notes.

Black for the cameras each blurred and black,
Her implants swimming in oil as we try and contain her.

The silver of our drills is swallowed in milk
Some crone lactated into gun barrels
So that we might share our nausea for breakfast.