Thursday, February 27
SON OF A JAR
There are things not found in books
Or perhaps you have been reading the wrong ones
Pulling down from a high shelf
The fabulous album only to find it
Writhing with worms. Nothing touches
Me until I permit it. Not even kindness
Can disturb my sleep. I have
Been to caves, sure. I have lived
In them. I lay on the mosses in Valhalla
But what difference would it make
To you? There are nectars hidden
In your body. Suck your own tongue.
(Ariana Reines)