This Is a Fucking Poem

don’t expect too much. Well I expect you to go into the fucking human tunnel I’m going. pink grimy glossed entabulature, welted and tattooed. Enfolded in ropy ceiling-hangings but it isn’t a room, and bumblingly sliding out, little legs of a little girl, bum on the wall/opening pink legs sticking out like a hermit crab’s, she’s coming! shudder out the little-girl legs with a little girl head mostly eyes, no ears, bug brain, aimless Send her to school It’s cold, and where should she go, she will eat her legs with her mandibles her eyes will retract inside. Stroke her riding hood Settle down, little nobody will hurtcha by breaking off your little legs, six little legs, if you come.