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---
title: Spittle
genre: verse

id: spittle
toc: "Spittle"

project:
    title: Elegies for alternate selves
    class: elegies
    order: 22
    prev:
    - title: The shipwright
      link: shipwright
    next:
    - title: The squirrel
      link: squirrel
...

| 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