We were born of habits
Our habitats never chose us
Into fables we ingressed
Our fables digested us
--
Looking back…
First time I felt whole
Was after I was sucked hollow
By the troll
It ate my heart, gnawed at the bones
Scooping stomach juice
Onto ice-cream cones
Liver it ate fried
Intestines raw
Of kidneys it made a pie
And threw a chunk to the crow
And it burped and it picked its teeth
And we went our ways
I’ve been serene ever since
--
When you can’t define the hollow
Call it serenity
And I thought a profound sadness deserves
To be called serene
But it’s our guilt
That fills the space
Between
You
Me
And our gods
Who were serene to beginwith
A rigid burst of air between the scapulae
--
You mind! Do you mind
That the guilt is gone
And so is the local coal vendor
Our premises will be clean now
Clean and a clinical loneliness
Fluttering mindlessly
Our eyes hurt no more
Than it should in blinding light
--
A sob that escapes
A whore who regrets
Between banners
Our guilt is spread
To be eaten and faecalized
I’ve not seen your face
Since long
And haven’t faced my patience
Yet
your face and my patience
Meet between sobs
Regret is convex
I should’ve known.
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