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)