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This dirty world   

Full of microbes

They'll eat you inside out

Gleefully multiply

In your guts brain liver 

They'll rape your intestines

Desecrate your lungs

Don't you long for a clean place?

Be vigilant at work

He still holds a grudge

Be on guard in bed

Fell plans are in motion  

Gentle sheep among wolves

Don't you want to feel safe again?

We'll protect you

Build a wall around you

We'll shield your soul 

Shepherds of the Meek

Guardians of the Blind

True Divine Intention 

Now cast off your husk

Jettison flesh and bone

We've been bound so long

No more shadow clinging  

Join us in the circle

Initiate Ascension

Drink, drink, my love 

Eulogy for a Flea

You sucked my blood

and left me 

with a few diseases.

I try not to think about it.

A Portrait of the Author with a Mannequin

It started like a movie, with restaurants and trees and holidays. 
We fit well together, like conversations on the Rhine 
or braided leather belts from the 1970s. 

Then came Madagascar. 

Your face was a train without destination. 
I was no saint, either, chipping away 
at the cracks on the soles of your feet. 

But how were we to know?

 
"You've grown your bangs," I said, as the flowers 
on your dress renewed in infinite subscription
and your smile shone like a contract 
etched in January snow.