BODO LEAGUE MASSACRE

She slept with my
last Tuesday. so I told him to send a
S-25 Berkut. I loved
Jack the Ripper in
Korean grass, it was mutual.
1952 Friday, after a
we, dragg-
ing the whimper through the
morning of our O legs while we-
The ones remain applaud; we scuttle like our
crabs before the winds
carry our limbs off

drying my hands on Hiroshima’s apron.

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I like this haiku:

so many flea bites,
but on her lovely young skin
they are beautiful
-Issa