Poem Composed Entirely with Last Lines from Jericho Brown Poems by James Valvis

Neither of us will be alone,
two men in love.

Inside the man, I must be cold
with women.

Get me some meat, bring home food, feed
a swarm of ants beyond the door

and burn like your house.
What in the world was burning, black

bird? I should clean my plate.
I am not consumed, I am not consumed

warm.

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