9.7.10

THAT THE DIFFERENT WAYS TO TAKE ARE THE SAME


when i am feeling strongly in the kitchen i have the feeling also of an image. a piano. piano props a rosewood curtain on its spindle revealing ribs in cages solid gold.

pile up to the larynx. stinking. i can taste each thing i forced down in a thick film on my teeth. spread the filthy kiss to fists. full and taking.

name the objects on the nightstand. cigarettes. the black book you wrote which i read and reread to keep you minded. alcohol. klonopin. dramamine. a plastic bag. a butcher knife and clots of hair around the toilet. a knot of drawn out breathing in the bed.

i once buried my head in enormous mound of fire ants. i waited for the ants eat my head.

a golden grid. a failed forest. a golden grid.

a golden grid.

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