one part vinegar.
two part pepper.
(rub salt,
acidity to taste)
handfuls of bitter melon
diced. run fingers over
grater.
cautery by knife
on skin where needed.
incubate.
nothing changes when
you open your eyes. there's
no convulsive fit worth
having that's not weakness.
what's white-washed
through the stern invocative
of self-preservation,
you will it. broken flesh
bleached
into ash. then befriend
forgetfulness.
resist the reconstructions
of mind, thinking, undoing.
fucking (could be, as)
a good annihilation.
-- was it. discarding
(into) each
other was deleterious bliss.
-- a kiss? I remember
smooth, velvet graphite, hot,
moist, molten lead.
dark knobs. gangrenous,
scraped down
under a salt-rasp
prescribed for this.
mix well.
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