Clubfoot Tango
Sometimes it's like a bloodletting
and the womb is the target.
Open your legs and let me be
sucked up into the bloodstream.
Come, we will walk hand in hand
down lighted streets
as I construct an idealism more damning,
more hysterical, since sometimes I
feel infinitely outmoded, infinitely second hand.
It is so ludicrous now, I feel compelled to laugh.
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