Plushclaw #2

Remember Lavergne who stood for the brooms?
cocooned in tattletale leggings bent and encumbered
her bloomers befuddled like doctors on tumors
cut kill shriek bleach suture
shrill she shrieked on those long Saturday nights
spread for some badboy "Deepthrob Todd"
rocks roll hard
hard rocks deep throb
pants found round her ankles all sassy and sad
spittle spent
bent and encumbered
who stood for the brooms?

and for whom?
on Saturday nights

she whispered

Plushclaw
Plushclaw is whom

Lavergne was found in a drainage ditch at 3:14am
assumed dead
tits like bulbous islands adorned
   by a single russet acorn each
belly cresting
mound floating like an army of washed-out ants
hopes crashed
spittle left to spend
she cried
BUT I AM STILL ALIVE

again
I TELL YOU ALL
I STILL LIVE

nonetheless
we turned away
we would not listen
we could not care
we could not spend the time
we faded and feigned
we forbade patience

y'all datin' or dancin'?

we could only answer

Plushclaw.

TA