I'm not born
this year
I take the corporeal
shadow
into a corner to sit
nose in wall.
Last life
i took all wombs
and bloody sweet wet
and screaming joy
acute sharp joy
for granted, part of life
nibbled my own squeezy heart
like we eat doritos now
licking our fingers, licking the TV,
to the last crumb
till I finally tasted blood
mother, sweet zygote tapioca, birthday
birthday
birthday
birthday.
jan 14, 09
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