The Dying Animal

(After Philip Roth)


I was a lamb,

now I am a woman.


My hair a harness,

your cock a loaded gun

racked in my mouth.

You perform the act

of annihilation.


Wanting to lick

from the tap of youth,

first, Sisyphus,


you make me drink you.

Sour liquid


kisses raw lips. I snap

my jaw.


Caroline Jones.