If you cannot stomach it
it is an acquired taste after
all chartreuse and elevating and
admittedly positive, I suppose you
will abandon the whole sea
glass bottle to roll under the
clawfoot bed in which I drown and
in that echoing cove, I have to
clench my eyes and curl my
limbs and be unable yet to
wrap my mind around the
weapon of our happiness, hoarded
under my mattress and now just a
dirty clattering beneath me
14 July 2009
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