January 2012
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“Too much thinking.”
– Kanjuro Shibata
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16/01/2012
Black.
A voice speaking.
a voice speaking of
well-worn heat
raptures laid bare
“I bathe myself in
the Night-blooming
unnameable”
she cried from
isolation
Givers
You can’t have the curtains.
I bought them anyway.
My arteries are yours
but not the books.
(Except for you own)
I’ll give you my teeth.
Leave the records where they are.
Will you take my spine
for the armoire made of oak?
What of the godhead?
Maybe for my lungs
in an overnight bag?
Then there is the bed.
The one full of treasure,
the one where we bled.
Take it, just...
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