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title: Spittle
genre: verse
id: spittle
toc: "Spittle"
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
class: elegies
order: 22
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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.
[God]: howithappened.html
[shirt-sleeve]: lovesong.html
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