​Ribcage (Beasts)

by Christos Polydorou

I keep my best stuff in here.
Don’t tell the other stuff, though.
Keep rubbing the bellies of the beasts,
in the ribcage, or else I become a scumbag, a douche, a general pain in
the neck, but in the end, it is all me, it hurts my heart, to have been bad.

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