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[[ the skin song ]]
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what are your bones grasping
now? I say to him, to lips misplaced
..................somewhere between hips

...........he claims they’re grasping
milky epidermi, I cry let’s cuddle, if just
let’s bury these twigs deeply inside ourselves
let’s recite & rectify literature on Eroticism,
......Birds of Prey, the Circumferences
of Pregnant Bulbs-- & yet, the waning embers
of my eyes will be too bright when I discuss
the art of Capitulation & High Altitudes, or
what it means when the word Love
is dropped like an atom bomb--

Hiroshima aftermaths exponentially
growing until--until fizzled & gasping
............for resuscitation
let’s bury plutonium in our crater-hands
let’s imagine compressing sub-critical

spheres until they finally implode
shooting outward skin that has been
.......lost to convulsions of fucking.