A buttermilk coffin dream
So thick and sour on my tongue—
I swallow, swallow, swallow
And it sits in my stomach
Like thickening cement
—I become so heavy,
My bones splinter and break—
I sink into my grave,
Spoiled milk leaking from my lips.
xlv. buttermilk
A buttermilk coffin dream
So thick and sour on my tongue—
I swallow, swallow, swallow
And it sits in my stomach
Like thickening cement
—I become so heavy,
My bones splinter and break—
I sink into my grave,
Spoiled milk leaking from my lips.