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All of my teleological hydra heads are severed,
Fucking themselves in their esophagus holes.
Fucking gushing. A snake swarm of emotional
Pus. Glugging inappropriate sound repetitions
Around and around in dead material letters. I
This swarming teleology. Pure aesthetic causality.
Stupid sounds and the queer holes that howl them.
Lush I hug my snake like snake hugging a snake
In a snake's hole. The raucous butt hush caked
In a void hole. In a dark mush smeared on pink
Flesh I utter folds prophetic out of lung mold
That replicates the shape of the vaginal hole. I
Bent into a circle a thousand times for each cell.
All of my bug vibration ecstatic in the subskin.
All of my twerking teletubbies in tandem time.
All of my big round heads centipedes swarming
All of my pore stigmata static cell celebrations.

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Part entomology. The skin folds are an erogenous zone
Par excellence. The organ folds are an erogenous zone
Para sentience. The carapace a thin sex growth of bone
Pouring out its ontology such that all of the gentials be
Tools being tools. Portly effervescence. The body folds
Are tooled in a wet pool of toads, worms, and black light.
Eros foam. Particle entropy. The body folds a skin mask.
Dark entomology. Mouth bugs overbrim their trope whims.
Feed this blight, task these gears with black mold. Grease
In grease, with the pulpy pestilence of animal sight. Vast
Arteries and ventricles of fat extend from eyes into loam.
I see porn entanglements groan in a corporate soup slush.
I see barnacles menstruating and attracting abject bees.
I see pork edibles entering and exiting eye folds folding.
I see pigs erratic internally in a vast structure of tentacles.
I feed on putrid ass pathologies and magenta goat hoofs.
I feed on etymologies in the static material in the transitions.
I feed on the filth between hooves, our lamentable hummus.
I see and I feed such that this trance is never just language.

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AARON APPS is a PhD student in English Literature at Brown University. He also holds an MFA in poetry from the University of Minnesota. His first book of poetry Compos(t) Mentis came out from Blazevox [Books] in 2012, and his second book of hybrid-genre prose, Intersex, is forthcoming from Tarpaulin Sky Press in 2014. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in LIT, Verse, Denver Quarterly, Los Angeles Review, Pleiades, Caliban, PANK, Caketrain, Sleepingfish, and elsewhere. He is also currently co-editing An Anthology of Posthuman Poetry with Feng Sun Chen.

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