Can't.
We got stoned so we wouldn’t have to go home, the hour growing hours. Viscous. Go on, you can tell me, you said. What’s unspoken: I’ll lick yours if you lick mine. Your sister’s murder in Melton School cornfield :: the button pop before he bored into me. No matter which way you stick it, it’s still a cunt, you said. No. This rip is riper than whatever you’ve never had. Forgive me an example: My ex-girlfriend. She used to tell me, Whenever I get close to coming I see a white-tailed doe bleating by the side of the highway, a whip of magnolias browning. I begged her, Pare it back. There’s promise in the act. I’m scared of everything bigger than me. How the boys write their biology under Dalton bridge. How to rip a finger from a fist: straight outta the socket. Still I know the thickest bone, the weightiest fleshblanket is what can throb me through. Cover, cover, I need the hair on your knuckles. I need your mouth. I need your every rotting ounce. Fuck, I kn...