[& Then]

-this heart has long held an infamous,
almost callous reputation worthy of the
promiscuous sort-

-it hides not its head in a shallow
hold to funeral its pulse,
so beats unashamedly with unmistakable
murmurs to those many fragments
of defects, both diagnosed and idiopathic-

-every woman I've laid,
I've
loved uniquely,
note no unfounded suppositions that
those stacks of flat-backed
damsels held no worth-

-if a memoir shall provide itself,
even in the event there is a sought
Kafka-burrow, the grave that shall
hold this body, always only a body,
is one i'll toil in this never-knowing-
never-ending-aloneness,

in that frequent time,
in abundant spare-



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Just a Body]