new poems in decomP

"If you love it enough, you can kill it with impunity. The box of unruly kittens. The rabbits in their filthy cage. All loved to the point of death. On the train platform, we waited for a mother who never showed. Our joints grown stiff with affection, tongues locked with disuse. "

-- from [licorice, laudanum]


http://www.decompmagazine.com/bowenpoems.htm