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title: 'Spittle'
project: 'Elegies for Alternate Selves'
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My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought. \
When you turn away from me, my thought is broken \
and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool. \
Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. God \
is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some \
vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark, \
and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed \
romantic, crying softly into his shirt-sleeve? Is not reason \
a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory? \
I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become \
a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.
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