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title: Spittle
genre: verse
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
css: elegies
order: 22
prev:
title: The shipwright
link: shipwright
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title: The squirrel
link: squirrel
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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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