Creekthroat

— We seen his mama she dry and scant By hook or by bent I guttle the rudimental stories. I’m all in-scoop suck and swallow by dint of birth. Of shape. — Were you hallow-nursed on riversource upon a time (or ‘the rocky breasts forever’) I was not. I learned to lie in want for succor-food; for forms; I lunged I gulped for what I got. Nowadays to need to come by what comes by here comes natural and needs no bait. Just steep dead-still as a blacksnake creek and wait.