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after anne sexton 12/3/2015 Here is a vivisection, my dull operation, cutting into my epidermis, pulling out maggots and rat pups, scuttling across the scalpel, Armillaria inside of my tendons this itself is: a deposession, a sort of pneumic inquisition, the paucity of the gold striking someone sick running down my shoulders quadriplegic in motion, temperament boiling hissing now stovetop unattended foaming at the mouth falling into the hot , moving and finally over the edge the foam sick bile like Sliding onto the voided floor stitch me back up.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
An Operation
after anne sexton 12/3/2015 Here is a vivisection, my dull operation, cutting into my epidermis, pulling out maggots and rat pups, scuttling across the scalpel, Armillaria inside of my tendons this itself is: a deposession, a sort of pneumic inquisition, the paucity of the gold striking someone sick running down my shoulders quadriplegic in motion, temperament boiling hissing now stovetop unattended foaming at the mouth falling into the hot , moving and finally over the edge the foam sick bile like Sliding onto the voided floor stitch me back up.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
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