Claws

Unsure of it, hanging there like a plant in the window, his ivy droops, but in sunlight her ivy hangs in shocks. Alert, Alert a time passed by and there was no moon to clock it by. A time upon a time there was, and a moment in a moment this moment in and a the moment. What clocks her jaws. I ask you as I asked her and I'm about to ask the other one. This ticking while we're talking here is unbearable and they refused to close their mouths and cease that endless swimming pool from sliding down the cliff of their chins.
He fucking screamed
shut the hell up
he fucking whispered
"in her ear"
another additive another condition, another wet towel hanging from the rack. There was the bathroom—it was smelling the bathroom, there in the old bathroom, smelling the sink, bent over scratching her angles he simply licked her panties—above the thigh. My time felt spent, my thoughts, damn full and developed, my breasts, where did they go? out the window to chase the dead pigeon down the street. The morning is dawn and down there on the street this torrent pouring—hot coffee, sweet biscuits, nipples. Heard, over some thing snapping, your whip cracking.
Sodomize me? tomorrow—there'll be time after work, after televisuals—another leg, another stick in the lips. So she took the clay pot from the window, roused the cat from sleep. She was clawing the window in her dreams.