Master of Foxhounds
something
punched my ankle and bit my heel while stripping the shoe and sock from my toes.
the bottom half of my leg trunks
are naked, and something,
THAT THING,
has buried itself in my digits.
that hasty
little
eager
little arrowhead
(hidden for one
thousand
years until now)
beat me to the chase.
1 comment:
tell me more about that trip to Austin
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