Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
We sit here
running
open-mouth aggression;
rolls of flesh ugly,
back alley
tongue-out desiring;
dung-drain
fingering,
cornered, boxed;
deformed
into ourselves,
gut-red;
blood-curved,
womb homed, cartilaginous
wanting.
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