(Looming Cancer Disrespect Edition) Belts gibbous waxing hum through the blackout curtainscrushed red velvet, once clitoral as bones cradle that relentless fear of deathInside one’s self pistons grinding against night’s lubricated hours Awake.Does the lean wolf’s fast align with your field’s meager harvest?Finally dreaming,Oak calipers clamp Virgo’s nubile nipples, as swelling clay and marrow…